He’s fine

A big day of small moments;

Pausing in a corridor to ask

‘How are you?’

The surprise of an honest,

Heartbreaking,

Response made her pause

Before asking again.

A new man.

In a stairwell

Who shared also his truth.

A dark one,

But with shards of light

Peeking through.

The last man she asked

Answered

‘Fine.’

The first time;

But when again

Asked

‘How are you?’

His tale was sad.

Shared between

Hellos

And goodbyes

Muttered to others passing

Heads nodding,

Hands raised.

Three men

Whose smiles had masked sadness

And whose words

Touched her deeply

In little

Big ways.

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Overheard

The sounds of the lives of others

Drifted uneasily

Into her not quite quiet room.

Resting and restless

She heard of births, marriages and a lobster,

Not quite cooked.

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Estranged

Her day was filled with love

Two hands in hers.

Those hands she’d nurtured

Every day for years.

And yet,

This day,

This happy day

Was hard;

A day so full of smiles

And some tears;

Because she was a mother,

Loved by two

..But she, a child too

Who loved another;

Felt this day

The absence of her mother.

Her heart was full

And empty.

Happy.

Sad.

Today she longed

For love

She had once had.

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Tulips and Daffodils

Tulips bother me.

They remind me of those girls at school

Slim and tall

Pretty and cool

The girl we wanted all to be.

Not me.

I’m older now,

But still…

Ashamed to be

A daffodil.

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Frosty Morning

Leaves dressed like princesses

Paved the winding path

Of her morning walk

And her wandering mind.

The intricate jewellery

Worn by Mother Nature

Made her cold heart warm

And her warm hands cold.

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Run to Live to Run

She ran because to stand still was to die.

He didn’t understand why this was so;

But he was not the one whose head said go.

She couldn’t stop her run to question why.

But could she answer, even if she tried?

If time stood still allowing words to flow;

Words painted in this moment, would they show

A truth her lips at other times denied?

She knew not why she ran, but knew she must,

And why she must, she questioned not at all.

She sucked in air, left footprints in the dust,

Pushed questions out of mind or she would stall.

She ran to live, or did she live to run?

Who knows, but no; she did not run for fun.

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Petals

Delicate petals

Catching light amongst darkness.

Grey skies overhead.

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