Clare
do I make you lachrymose,
I
would gladly give you a red rose
To
show how much you mean to me –
A
wise, transparent supplication to be.
Will
you take the plunge, diving deep
Into
my pool of wisdom, which does seep
To
keep you afloat, as I bitterly mope,
And
from my throat will not be a choke.
As
I struggle with being alone at home,
I’m
prone to moan and groan, home-grown
Tendencies
of sighs from our sad goodbyes,
Instead
of a nice meeting with a ‘hi’ greeting –
Will
you come out of the dark with open eyes
To
see that I could be duly pleasantly pleasing.
©
Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
My mother always taught me to be "True To Myself" . Sometimes certain situations it's very hard but then I remember my mum.
ReplyDeleteGood poem Andrew and thought provoking.
Yvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. Glad you have some fond memories of your dear Mother. I try and stay 'true to myself', and to be positive with it. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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