A Year Since


So that’s it,
Your gone and not coming back,
A year feels so long,
And yet it’s also gone,
I cherish the moments,
And smile at the memories,
Knowing that I can’t call you,
Or just pop round for a tea,
You will be missed,
Not forgotten,
And most of all,
You will continue in me.

Memories Lost In Time


When a memory is sharp,
It cuts like a blade,
When a memory is new,
It feels like it will never leave,
Time passes as normal,
And the memory wains,
Time never stalls,
And the memory weakens,
Till the memory looses meaning,
And seems to stop stinging,
Before long people forget,
And loose the reasons.

Our Lady of Paris


She has stood the test of time,
A sight for all who visit.
A mainstay of masonry,
A standing of french missionary,
Now she crumbles to the ground.
Reclaimed by time and land,
Today we stand with the French,
Hurting all as one.
She flickers in the red and amber,
lighting up the skyline,
Where she once stood prominent.

Another Petal Falls


A rosebush is like a family.
Each home is a rose.
The petals the people.
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Just as people pass.
The petals fall.
Eventually the rose is bare.
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A home may close.
The flower may wither.
But the rosebush keeps growing.
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Each petal is remembered.
Every rose is not forgot.
The rosebush is not lost.
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So remember each petal.
And don’t forget each rose.
Watch as the rosebush grows.

They Will Not Win


We stand together,
Stand as one,
We stand against them,
They have not won,
We will stand strong,
And show them all,
They won’t win,
No not at all.

Sorry For My Silence


We have been apart for so long,
Not spoken in word or song,
Haven’t said a word for years,
Not been at each others ears,
Time moves on day by day,
And we both work away,
Although we are silent,
We both know we aren’t absent,
One day we will sit down,
And chat for hours,
But for now,
Sorry for my silence,

Beach Memory


Memory is like a beach,
Where the sand is never neat,
Each wave take it’s bit,
Leaving the sand that stick.
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Memory come in many forms,
Like footsteps in wet sand,
Or rocks never covered,
Or dark caves avoided.
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I hope my footsteps,
Are there on your beach,
And that I am never,
A rock beneath your feet.