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Missing you ….

As I sit here biting my nails, I think of you; alone in your hotel room

As I sit here drinking my tea, I think of you; playing your piano

As I sit here staring at the crumbs of my cookie, I think of you; feeding your fish

As I sit here tapping on my keyboard, I think of you; savouring a glass of red wine

As I sit here in the quiet of night, I think of you; miles across the ocean

As I sit here looking at photos of my children, I think of you; playing with us (your children)

I miss you all so much that sometimes it’s hard to breathe
I love you all so much that sometimes my heart heaves

But with laboured breath and a heavy heart
I still feel blessed for the beautiful family of which I am part.

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To London, with love

I was 22 years old, young and naive when I arrived at your door

It was love at first sight, I was eager and thirsty for more

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Your polluted air and homeless beggars did little to deter me

For in my heart I knew you were the perfect place to be

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You wooed me with your High Street shops and teased me on the train

You enticed me with your night-life and sheltered me when it rained

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You showed off in the West End and we flirted up a storm

We smooched through Covent Garden and had a picnic on your lawn

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You made me high, you made me low – you gave my life a new beat

You opened my eyes and broadened my mind – you helped me find my feet

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You broke my heart, you broke my will

But, London, I still hated to leave you

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And now it’s over, those days are gone – the infectious beat has died

But although I mourn you London, in my memories you are still alive.

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