May 16th 1921 - That's the day my Mum (Gladys May) was born.

Happy 87th Birthday Mum!

A Mother’s Love

She never actually said
The words “I love you”
But it was one of those things
That I always knew

©Marian Barker

My Mum - age 87

It's so easy to shrug things off and say "I'm fine" you may fool others but you can't fool yourself. Of course there's the other side of the coin you can go through the day (or your life) thinking "woe is me". Stop for a moment and consider that you're not the only one who may be putting on brave face.

I’m Fine

Then we would have to listen
To all their cares and woe
It’s easier just to say “I’m fine”
Then off to work we go

©Marian Barker

.... and we are all merely players in the production called "Life". This is reposted for a very good reason. Remember you're not alone.

Backstage

Perhaps when the show is over
You’ll look back and you will see
That it was all just one big charade
You never did know the real me

©Marian Barker

Sometimes we can't think of the right words to say and end up saying nothing. In any relationship not only is it good to talk it's essential.

Unspoken Thoughts

Our lives were very busy, so many things left unsaid
Those things I never told you, she told you them instead

©Marian Barker

Forget-me-not

I must confess to being a bit of a romantic which I guess comes as no surprise. This can be confusing as I am also a very grounded, matter of fact person. Occasionally these two facets are at odds with each other which may account for the following:

Post Mortem

Romance died today
Or did it
Was it ever alive
Or was it
A figment of my mind
Or can it
Have cruelly tricked me
Or maybe it
Was a ghost
From the past
It matters not
For now it's gone
Romance is dead

©Marian Barker

Yes it's cold and miserable again. I did get up quite early and decided that I needed warmth and comfort so I slipped back under the duvet.

Morpheus in the Slumberworld

I dreamed of places yet unseen
And walked in fields of gold
I’m glad that I went back to bed
This morning wet and cold

©Marian Barker

Morpheus the God of Dreams

Saturday I got my nose sunburnt and today I'm seriously thinking of lighting a log fire. There's so much that I should be doing but could quite cheerfully sneak back under the duvet. Perhaps I should re-word this:

At The End of The Day

By blazing fire in ingle nook
A single glance was all it took
We sat in cosy comfort there
You held me tight and stroked my hair
Your sweet warm lips were next to mine
Our kisses tasted just like wine
In that precious moment time stood still
The slightest touch gave us a thrill
Without so much as a word was said
You took my hand and we went to bed
We knew there was nothing more to say
At the perfect end to our perfect day

©Marian Barker

To this:

The Perfect Day

By blazing fire in ingle nook
A single glance was all it took
We sat in cosy comfort there
You held me tight and stroked my hair
Your sweet warm lips were next to mine
Our kisses tasted just like wine
In that precious moment time stood still
The slightest touch gave us a thrill
Without so much as a word was said
You took my hand and we went to bed
We knew there was nothing more to say
At the perfect start to our perfect day

©Marian Barker

Have a lovely birthday my dear friend.

Free Spirit

Flying free in a cloudless sky
Gently lifting my spirits high
Flying free just like a bird
Not a single sound is heard
Flying free and soaring still
Softest breeze gives me a thrill
Flying free - wind in my hair
Haven’t got a single care
Flying free and flying wild
Laughing like a little child
Flying free I want to be
As free as this eternally

©Marian Barker

A wierd thing happened to me today. I was looking back for a specific poem to re-post. Despite it being listed twice amongst my tags, I was unable to retrieve it. Even more strange, I kept getting the message that the post didn't exist. This was frustrating but I wasn't going to give up.

I scrolled through pages and pages of poems and eventually found the last time I'd posted it. This is how the post started:

For Ed (Wensum24)
Welcome back! Here's a poem that meant so much to Kiki during your 'darkest days'. As I said the last time I posted it "this one is especially for those who are far apart from each other".

This worried me because I haven't heard from Ed or Kiki for ages and wonder if anyone has any news from either of them?

In the meantime here's that poem:

Whilst I’m asleep

Whilst I’m asleep
I feel your eyes on me
I sense your gaze
Although I cannot see
Whilst I’m asleep
I know you call to me
You speak my name
Though you are far from me
Whilst I’m asleep
You gently touch my cheek
I know it sounds absurd
You make me go all weak
Whilst I’m asleep
Your arms around me fold
You’re there to keep me safe
And from the bitter cold
Whilst I’m asleep

©Marian Barker

Oops - that should have said "Getting Hotmail".

Happily the problems between BCUK and MSN have now been resolved and I have now switched back to my Hotmail address. Talk about communication problems!

That reminds me of something I wrote ages ago!

Chinese Whispers

When I was shopping just today
I found a Chinese wishing dish
“Just write your request and place inside
Then wait until you get your wish”
I did just what the instruction said
And clearly printed my hearts desire
Then I went home to wait and see
What, if anything, would transpire
I didn’t have too long to wait
The ancient Mr Wong
He nearly granted me my wish
Yes nearly, but quite wrong
He must have got a bit confused
I really was deflated
Somehow our wires had got crossed
The message so badly translated
An answer came within a while
This made me go quite pale
Instead of a muscular he-male
I only got e-mail!

©Marian Barker