Two Years On - 29th June 2007

I am going to mark this day with two more poems - then move on to where M would wish me to be.

Wee Mags

I held your hand, you slipped away.
My heart had so much left to say.
Yet nothing new, nothing more,
Nothing we had not said before.

Yet why did we not talk of death,
In all those days before you left?
We daren’t accept, nor want to know,
It wasn’t in your plans, to go.

So still I hold your hand, my love,
There’s so much left to say.
Keep my hand and smile on me,
We’ll talk another day.

August 2005

My M.

Do you remember still?
Remember those days?
Remember those days when we walked by the river,
Where we talked and we planned, as we sat in the sun?
Watching our dreams
Float sweet on the water
Drifting, so silver, so bright on the river.
And oh….
How surely it flowed.
To its end.
Like our hopes and our fears,
Like our dreams – now my tears,
I live to survive,
No more hopes,
No more dreams.
Yet the river flows on, like a silver stream.
Let me stay.
Let me cry.
‘Till I find you again,
Let me dream.


July 2005