Train Ride (Prose with Music)

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hands held
leather handles of bags well worn
weight heavy, as my heart
I stood helpless glancing towards
mountains, close as you
to touch
bitter cold
no words forthcoming
we held glances
on the empty platform

waiting for the train
time suspended, tears were shed
how far was it you’re goin’
till you reach your destination
call me, can you ~ will you
tell me if your happy
found your way

I’ll be here should you return
if home is where you’d rather be
you want to find yourself ~ you said
will I lose you if you do
a train pulls in
a last embrace
a tender kiss
doors close
my heart held silent
begging you
to stay

©jmtacken Jan 2014

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Can we ever be again?

When can we be children again and giggle and laugh at silly things?

When can we be children again and play hide and seek in the dark?

When can we be children again and play on the slide and the tyre swings?

When can we be children again and skip a huge rope in the park?

When can we be children again and hop in and out of a puddle?

When can we be children again to run and laugh when we play?

When can we be children again and just want a friend to cuddle?

When can we be children again and race all our friends in a relay?

So when can we do these things without being stared at or pointed to?

Whenever we want is my answer, there’s no need to analyse or think it through

To bring out that fun and enthusiasm like a child that is hidden in our heart

We can be the child if we choose once again and that’s the amazing part

If you hear good music that fills you with joy then do a little dance – doesn’t matter where you are.

Laugh out loud if you want to. Swing and slide down that slide without a care. Skip rope and jump in puddles. Giggle and play hide and seek. Do what brings you joy and not what you think you have to do, for there’s no fun in that.

And if people stare and point and think you’re a little crazy, well maybe it’s just because the child that is hidden in them can’t return.

Heart Melt

Yesterday after posting my Blogs, I thought should I pretty up my Blog Site? Maybe a touch of colour here and there, but I didn’t start doing this to have photos of me adorning the pages (god perish the thought) and do I have any other photos that would be of interest to any one else apart from myself, my friends or family. The answer would be probably not. I started this because I enjoy writing, it’s the words I want to share not much else.

Thoughts out loud: – This morning I bought some DVD’s for my parents my father Joe who just turned 85 who is Czech and my mum 83 years young who was born in England. One of the DVD’s was songs from Vera Lynn and Gracie Fields, all those warm fuzzy songs that got them through the war period and kept there spirits high. For any one who knows any of these songs one “The White Cliffs of Dover” brings a tear to many an eye (similar to Danny Boy). Mum was a trained singer in her youth and bless her can still hold a tune. I watched the DVD with them whilst both of them sung along to the tunes.  Mums voice went croaky (as I had my back to them) I turned around to see that she was crying, then I looked at dad and he was also. “It just brings back so many memories” they both said. I gave them both a hug. I didn’t buy it to make them cry, but I guess their emotions were predictable.

Then the Andrew Sisters came on singing their famous ‘Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy’, dad stood up rather wobbly (as he is now) and asked mum to dance. Mum had a bad fall last year and also being 83 has lost her confidence and her ability to do many things now. However up she got and held dads hand although as unsteady on her feet as he was and he swayed back and forth a little with her. Oh for my video recorder at that time, a sweet and special moment that tugged at my heart. I can imagine what went through their minds as they held hands, times gone by, the dance halls they went to not long after meeting perhaps. After so many years of being together they still have each other and the memories..oh so many memories..

**My Memoir The Empty Nest A Mother’s Hidden Grief is now available on Amazon and Lulu.(J M Kadane)**