She loves being in love.

Soft kisses, noses that touch,

He holds my hand but I’m always

‘too much’

We shop for roses,

A canvas of green

For us to paint

It’s each other we need

With fresh flowers to colour,

and food to eat

Take a seat love, and rest your feet :)

Sister

Her smile shines bright,

My perfect, perfect sister.

She’s up all night

And still looks flawless.

Her babies have light,

But the woods is lawless.

A light in their lives,

Born to be a mother.

Another?

‘How does she do it!?’

Everyone asks me.

I’m not sure.

I’m home now.

She cries, I cry.

Tears fall on this page.

‘I’ve been full of rage’

I tell her.

I know.

My sister, my best friend

‘Where did you go?’

I want to shake her.

How does she do it? I ask myself.

I wonder if she’s ok.

‘Fine’ she says. Always fine.

We’re more than fine! :)

as we drink our wine

‘Sister, I’ve been in hell,

And now I’m not well,

Can’t you tell?’

I know.

My perfect sister.

Fifteen is when she met her husband.

‘Wish we could go back and tell ourselves what we know now’

How does she do it?

‘We didn’t know it at Fifteen’

I listen to that song and I think of you #TS

Azure

He smiles like sunshine,

Warm, tanned skin. Azure blue eyes.

He is happy.

His laugh is music to my ears.

Clean white sheets.

We don’t need anything…

We are enough.

Time.

Sunshine.

Warmth.

He keeps me safe,

I feel his presence.

No haste.

He keeps me sane

Safe & Sane.

For me he does not blame,

We are cool

Gwen Stefani ‘cool’

His pool of blue eyes

No longer wear a disguise

We imagine,

all the people living in peace (JL)

We are one in spirit

Flecks of gold

Remind me that we’re not that cold.

Anymore. <3

Glitter

Hours and hours go by, slowly

Sparks fly but there is no firework

Not yet…

A million sparks

But no touching, intimacy.

Golden glitter sparkles beneath the sheets

It’s only you and I

For hours.

Addicted to your soul.

I know it, I feel it.

I know you, all of you…

Glitter.

Sparks.

Momentum.

Fireworks.

One big glittery firework

Lights up the bedroom of ours ✨

Sun, skin & Stars

Soft sun on my skin

Reminds me of my youth.

A visit from kin,

Brings me joy and growth.

Love and excitement seem far away

But a visit from the Dr. brightened my day.

I know I’m not well and have a lot to learn,

But holding hope in my heart makes me less concerned.

Soft sun on my skin,

It’s the little things in life

That I hold on to, to hold back strife

When the sun goes down and I look at the stars

it reminds me of sunlight,

A star like ours.

Christmas in july

Aperol dress

Raybans on

A picnic bench of friends

And ‘We wish you a Merry Christmas’ filling the garden with sound.

A feast of strawberries and sugar

And all that glitters.

Golden eyeshadow.

And sparking baubles in the bushes.

Special gifts from friends

Who lend a hand.

Creating a string of lights

To see me through the night.

Butterfly

A wild white butterfly,

flutters by flowers and I.

A child chases it,

and it flies away…

Up to the heavens,

it sends a message

of peace and love.

The joy it brings from up above.

In the garden,

there is magic in the air.

A party and a cwtch.

We feel God there.

The enchanted garden

Salt spray

Cornflower blue

Strawberry smoke

I’m waiting for you

The enchanted gardens,

And a gentle hand.

Creation of everything.

The flowers talk.

Through the garden,

we take a walk.

The flowers sing

Is it just a fling?

We watch the stars,

then wonder where we are.

Mesmerised by nature,

What can we find?

Pink poppies and daisies,

we are kind.

Anyone else had better beware

For we have something special

Love in the air.

Poppies & Sweet Peas

Pink poppies,

Sweet peas,

The garden is growing

Her smile is like sunshine

Her face is glowing

She keeps herself busy

as she holds back tears

and thinks about him

their 36 years…

Pink poppies and sweet peas

Her favourite flowers

Grow back every summer

and remind her of glimmers

His overalls and boots

Keep her company in the garden

But weeds and roots cause annoyance

So she digs to get rid of them

She works hard at home

And loves to care

her dear husband

They loved to share

Not all is lost

His spirit is strong

her guiding light

when things go wrong.

Pink poppies and sweet peas

bring her joy in the Summer

Mum, think of his warmth

To bring you comfort in all weather.