The sun beams down
On this crossroads
Where I stand indecisive
Do I continue straight a head
Do I take a right turn
Ignore the left
I see the positives
I see the negatives
I feel gratitude for the gift
Of choice.
The sun beams down
On this crossroads
Where I stand indecisive
Do I continue straight a head
Do I take a right turn
Ignore the left
I see the positives
I see the negatives
I feel gratitude for the gift
Of choice.
Strolling Dublins O’Connell Street
On a sunny April Saturday morning
Observing the colourful clothes
The bags
The shoes
A beret
A t-shirt
Glitter like diamonds in the sun
Protesters on their way to a march
Carry flags that flap in the breeze
A flag touches my shoulder
As if to say hello.
morning dream
our heads touching
the baby and me
slow walk
to what i don’t want
spring breeze
I like many do not have a good
Relationship with spiders
Or indeed any kind of creepy crawlies
I pretend to be brave when other adults
Are around
On my own
I let out a howling scream
Which I am sure frightens the spider
As well as defening my neighbours
Picking the spider out of the bath
I drown him or her in the toilet
Never giving thought to their family
Or animal lovers thinking I am a murderer
I simply panic
When we were young my brothers bedroom
Was dusty
He told our niece that Fred the spider lived
Underneath his bed
She didn’t try to confiscate his childhood
Board games
For fear of encountering Fred
She tried to send me underneath this bed
Without any success.
ageing i declutter in search of simplicity
After a long queue
I reached the cubicle
Heart thundering
Sweaty hands
Full of nervous chatter
The young man listened
Prepared my arm for the Covid vaccination
Health Care – Show Them You Care
I thanked this angel and told him
What a great job he and his colleagues
Were doing
I took home his dazzling smile.
The fog in my head clears
I reach back in time
To those guiding signs
Showing me the right path
Previously ignored.
Her voice on my mobile
Informs me
Six to ten weeks before
The op
Six to ten weeks a reprieve
My thought
Gratitude hurtles through me.
from our dad we inherit a fear of darkness