Goodbye Grandad

I don’t have a good memory. I never have had. So why do I remember my Grandad’s final words with such clarity?
 
 He was a proud man, my grandad. Even in the face of illness he never complained. Bronchitis had taken it’s toll on him, day by day, hour by hour, always a little worse. To see him coughing up blood in a rather dismal hospital room was unpleasant for us; far more so for he. I lingered at the back of our family’s small procession not wanting to be the first to talk. When the others turned and walked away, my mother included, I was left alone with that frail old man who had always been so kind to me. He tried to smile as he put his little beaker of blood-soaked phlegm to one side and beckoned me forward. He only said seven words.
 
 “Look after your Nanna for me, Richard”
 
 I can’t remember if I replied, it is a memory lost to time. But, I knew as I left him that I would never see my Grandad alive again.
 
 They were the last words of a man who knew his time had come, but still gave thought only for his wife and Grandson. So I say again, why do I remember those last few words? Because, I too hope to be that sort of man when I leave this world. I think that would make him proud. I know it would me.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Sing Me A Morning



 Sing me a sunrise
 Words full of light
 Rose petal moments
 To stave off the night
 
 Sing me a dawning
 Where waking’s a joy
 Where future is past
 And I smile like a boy
 
 Sing me a new day
 So promise flows out
 I hope it’s a good one
 To wash away doubt
 
 

 Image courtesy Michelle Marie / Don’t tell her but I tweaked it

Happiness Found



 
 She sat on the swing without a care in the world head thrown back and laughing to the sky. She couldn’t have been more than sixteen, and it showed. The world had still to break her spirit.
 
 I hid behind the trunk of an old oak transfixed by her carefree ways. She was everything I was not. It scared me in a way. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be as happy as she.
 
 Then, the girl looked my way, red hair streaming in the wind, piercing blue eyes fixed on me. I melted.
 
 My life changed in a heartbeat in the meeting of our two very different pairs of eyes . And for the first time in my life, I thought happiness might not be so bad, after all.
 
 

 (Image courtesy of KittyD on deviantart.com)

🔥INFERNO🔥 (Satan’s Dream)



 World of fire,
 World of flame,
 Burn for me
 In Satan’s name.
 Loose yourself,
 Consume in bliss,
 Help me to
 Escape Abyss.
 Cinders all
 Is what I seek,
 Revenge upon
 The blue, so weak.
 It is my dream,
 My one desire,
 That Earth should burn
 In Devil’s fire!

Always Summer


 Nestled in the dawn light,
 Snuggled between rays of summers gone,
 I lie thinking of you;
 Of the time spent dreaming together
 And the times spent yearning apart.
 Perhaps, when the first bite of autumn frost
 Nips at my bare skin,
 I shall forget you,
 Banish you to the warmer climes of my mind?
 Or, maybe, I shall seek out your memory all the more?
 It is yet to be discovered,
 Yet to be found.
 Time, they say, is the greatest healer
 And I hope with all my heart that is true.
 But like the seasons,
 You are and always will be,
 My summer love.