“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Soap flowers

96 red roses
miniscule chocolates in embellished wooden boxes
soap flowers (really, whose bright idea was that?!)
giant teddy bears
Clinton cards, Beaverbrooks necklaces and Vistaprint photos
candlelit cakes at midnight and surprise barbecues
been there and done them all


The balance has tipped this year - for I have
now known her for more than half our lives
A point of no return, an invisible
yet indelible line in time


So what do I do for her birthday?
More cakes or cards or chocolates, perhaps
Or may be soap flowers (!) yet again ...


Midnight, in the electric blue glow
of the clock radio
I see her sleeping between
the two little people
who fill our lives


I creep - awkward and graceless
till my lips are next to her ear
and whisper "Happy Birthday"
which brings a hint of a smile
to her sleeping face


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the thing is

I'm skinned!