Category: Writers Block
This poem was sparked by a memory from my childhood. Want to see more? Check out my writing blog at http://www.simon-on-writing.com.
Some half-term days I'd get up early with dad
and he'd take me to work,
riding in his lorry.
He called it a Dinosaur.
'yoo-hoo!' he'd shout,
as we drove down the road,
'Simon? Stop shouting at the lasses.'
He taught me how to work the levers that lifted the load onto the back of the truck;
sitting me astride the engine, between the seats,
like a prize-winning jockey, proud and important.
I remember those times with such love,
and yet, I never thought to thank him.
SJC
And yet, it seems you just did.*smiles* A very touching piece of writing. Good work, but that goes without saying, and it's great to see you here, and posting again. Will definitely check out your other writing.
Angie
Thanks so much Angie, I enjoyed writing that piece of work, and am really glad you liked it. And yes, I had to thank him somehow, figured that'd be one way at least.
Cheers,
Simon
Would that you were a melody
Our timelessness the notes that I play
Beholden to none other than sanctity
Betrothed to your sacred ways
Believing in fate is my destiny
Belonging with you ever-long
Beloved know always your worth to me
As love carries our spirit along
Wordlessness through time I'll paint you
capturing you as only art allows
My lover my likeness you complete me
in homage I grant you my all
how many times have you used that one on people i wonder.
Very nice! I can so see you and your dad, tooling along the highway in that old thing! *grin*