The Wave

Some days you just feel Yuk !

Feeling odd, feeling sick,

Where’s the bucket - quick !

Feeling hot, feeling cold,

I’ve even got a runny nose !

Feeling achy, feeling low,

not again - I scream - Noe !

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Feeling better, Yes I am,

Tell my brain to beat this sham !

Feeling great and better yet,

I didn’t need the bucket - Yes !

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Stomach churning, thumping head,

I just want to go to bed !

Hot water bottle, sips of juice,

I’ll sleep it off, let my brain induce.

You feel great, tomorrow better,

Always works to the letter !

Ode to the Wii Fit

It came upon a Friday night,

the green and white box, Oh joy and delight !

Mii’s engaged and ready to go,

Aerobics, Muscle workouts, Balance and Yoga.

What do I do with the remote controller ?

Hula hoops, ski-ing, and soccer,

who would think I was such an unfit daughter!

Step forward, step back, and then to the side,

Oh my God with rhythm - I almost cried !

Raise your left knee, and opposite arm,

I don’t have the co-ordinating charm !

Go for a jog in the virtual park,

make sure your trainers don’t create sparks !

All of these experiences under one roof,

the huffing and puffing, surely this cannot be good !

All of us laughing and having such fun,

a workout for everyone from father to son.

Perhaps not the best way to get fit,

I am sure those gym types will quip !

Who knows what will happen, will we get fit ?

Calculations, deadlines, goals to achieve,

will we start looking like our Mii’s ?

Time will tell, let’s work-out and see,

maybe the next time you won’t recognise me ?

Reflections

Who are you ?

Is that me ?

Who is that smiling back at me ?

Two of us or one of me,

reflected light defining me ?

You are me and I am you,

does that make us one or two ?

Do you see me as I see you,

you look like me but who are you ?

Sometimes when I look I see,

or am I blinded by the reflection staring at me ?

Thank You

For my friends at The Bay Attic who nominated me for an award.

Words,

Sentences,

Paragraph,

A few phrases to be read.

Noticed,

Public,

Appreciated,

Never to be expected.

Honoured,

Touched,

Thank You so Much !

Gemini Sun

Glorious to see the sun, the heat, the warmth, the comfort.

The moods of those who are shone upon, change with the seasons.

The heat, the warmth, the comfort - land awakens, nature beckons.

Hearts desire, resurrected strength, rejuvenation for young and old.

The heat, the warmth, the comfort, enjoyment for every one of us !

Sorry

Pen to paper, what to write.

Will the words come out right ?

Will I say, what I should have said ?

Or will I just be pig-headed instead.

Poised to dial, voice to speak.

Cowardly hide, behind the telephones reach.

Will the words come out my mouth ?

Or just garbled, incomprehensible sound.

In Father’s Hands

How do I keep you safe and warm ?

How do I make you happy ?

So, soft and gentle, pink and new,

A puff of cotton.

How do I protect you from the dark ?

How do I stop you hurt ?

So, simple in the mind of parents,

A practice long forgotten.

How do I make you ready,

to face the world at large ?

I let you out to experience it,

and make it what you will !

Fathers and Sons

 

I don’t understand, we don’t get along.

Too alike, the connection just fights.

Flesh and blood yet, we cannot see.

Who the hell is he, not me !

Too stubborn and proud, to agree.

The age-gap, too many years to right.

Let’s try talking to amend,

but I know how that will end.

Is one right, is one wrong ?

Where’s the common ground for us to get along ?

Finger Painting

Watching my young relations playing with paint today, brought this to mind.

Pick a pot of paint, red, green or blue,

Hands in the paint, sqwish, squash, splat !

Put your hands on paper, one, two, three,

Wow ! Lots of coloured handies from me !

In mind.

A memory that just popped into my head the other day, was of a place I visited with family for a picnic, on a glorious sunny day. A lovely thought.

There is a special place in the recesses of my mind.

A childhood memory I almost forgot to find.

A relaxing and calming state, when visited I find.

Unchanging and stable, in the recesses of my mind.