family
To share with you is such a joy,
I pain part from your beaming face,
The fondest memories we chart,
Are fodder for a giggled tune,
And all is lightness here with you.
The last strand enwound within a stripe of vigor,
The petals fall a little saddened in the shady afternoon,
But as if in such a vibrant act of deepest hope,
In love of Life and shunning sin and death rebels,
Such beauty in a smile it'd bloom in its near-bowing stoop.
I'm finding fun with you my kin and friends,
Deep at the bottom of all childhood dreams,
All pools and safe-depths conquered to each inch,
Perhaps we'll try some cards down here in the,
Unfriendly unders - we'll bask in cyan rays,
Such speckled lights upon our frozen glares,
Deep in the balance of the air and careful hands.
A little splash within your lives,
And I'm deep within the pool again,
We're in this same time-frozen place,
I've watched us age and change so fast,
Our humours come and go in somewhat style,
But I pray our warmness never cools,
I hope that I will leave such ripples as to waft,
Towards the shores of grace and selfless love.
Anticipated returns fill up a heart,
A little piece of your adventure mine,
Outpouring into laughter on these walls,
Again. Sweetness of reunion for a time.
Full family hubbub is at water's whim,
Ascending with the tempest twittering birds,
Breaking on the rocks to raving wolves,
At its madness crashing with the croak of toads,
Battered down in silence by slight mice,
To ever nibble at the corner of a thing,
Before the wind picks up and all is there again.
Erupting in this poorly concealed laugh,
A snigger and a cackle at your jest,
Turn quickly to the sternest mouth of food,
And hood your eyes until you've had the rest,
For merry madness tends to fill the ears,
Then seasons brilliant veg though it arrests.
A memory lane,
Piled up with games,
With all the rounds therein,
Laughs and tears in every win,
Time well spent on family.
Full of stories from a far off plain,
A fiercer Sun on windswept flat,
Talk of bricks back when your crown was black,
But now you have a silver mane,
Now a twinkle that still sits behind,
Your wrinkled eyes.
With a splash, the pool unveiled,
In pleasant warmness cook the pale,
Cold lines from right besides my eyes,
Under the sun and otherwise,
It's fun and games with those I see,
Just here last year and likely three,
We'll dive and fall and fire off rockets,
Dry off and cast off all my pockets,
The games within to scatter to the carpets whims.
Friendly faces, I never knew!
People I scarce saw for each
And every moment of a year,
But now today: so easy to reach.
A fuller house makes merry hearts abundant,
It fills the air with chatter and in gaps a smile,
The friendly catching up turns quick to jokes,
Preceding laughs which fade to jovial silence.
Goodnight to you,
And you and you and you,
A giggle for the way,
Such joyful heralds for the unwaking land,
Array themselves like haphazard scores,
Just barely harmonising to a law unto themselves.
A poem for my Mother,
A banner marking narrow paths to tread,
A staff that guides me in His stead,
For these precious days of youth,
For these precious days of youth,
A poem for my Mother,
A firm handshake and jolly laugh,
A mother of many hats and parts,
For these busy days of youth,
For these busy days of youth,
Ramping up to leave the nest,
'Twas cozy but its for the best,
You've given me so firm a ground,
To hurtle off into the sky.
Animated arms in the Christmas lights,
A spatter of cool white under the encompassing yellows,
Few brightnesses scatter at the side,
They stand round to watch the generations,
Gathered together in the Christmas lights.
Like handwarmers in the bristly air,
Firm iron to the sweeping blade,
A candle in the deepened night,
Full laughter in the deafening rain,
Is a good family - a foretaste of the kingdom.
Sharing a glass of laughter,
Albeit not half full but plenty,
Funny voices turn to snoring,
Recounted tales to quiet breaths.
Walking in the harsher rain,
Surrounded by my blood tied squad,
Five mouths agape at the unfolded cliffs,
Such beautiful stone and glimmering ocean,
Left me dazed in the harsher rain,
We smile at the downpour,
Failing to ruin a walk it watered it.
Saying goodbye to cousins a plenty,
And off we go - packed up to pack down,
Arriving and we're sprawling out,
Through the rooms and into the fridge,
Into the oven and onto the table,
Chatter into the air,
Cables strewn over the chairs,
A holiday house claimed for domain.
Pool mad,
And the water pitter-patters,
Echoes from the cannon ball with a spatter,
Diving frenzy between my cousins,
Diving before second cousins,
And some siblings are chilling behind,
Switch!
Ball mad,
And a lunge splish-splashes,
Sinking beneath a tapped ball with a passion,
Switch!
Rocket mad,
And we're chucking coloured missiles into the deep,
At each other, and we race to the bottom.