the white dress

Reblogged – If you haven’t read whocouldknowthen – please go and have a look at how this man writes. This piece brought me to tears tonight.

who could know then

this is the second
in a series of
3 poems

1) the improbability of us
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a beautiful instrumental to read by.
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the white dress
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i found that photo of you…
like all the serendipitous details
of this twelve year improbable union….it appeared,
falling through time when i wasn’t looking…
face up, lightly to the floor…
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i stood there…
in my infinite moment….lost
before reaching, soft cradling all
its significance in these large hands…
retracing the conflicted memory of that day…
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the surface scratched,
its edges curling and slightly frayed…
the years hidden in a drawer… in between,
taking its inevitable toll…and yet,
there you were… always.
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looking over your shoulder,
peering into everything i ever was…
reassuring my every mistake and imperfection…
reminding me, to myself…because there were days then,
i relied on you…

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Never squash a child’s dream

Written by a child for a child

I want to travel with the tortoise escaping in the middle night when my parents are sound asleep in their comfy beds.

I have planned my escape very carefully, each day when I returned from school I’d retrieve my pink vinyl covered notepad and scribble my getaway. my parents won’t be happy to see me go, they aren’t sure about tortoises, they would think I’m being silly. they would tell me to grow up and not talk nonsense, but it’s not nonsense to escape with someone you love. the timing must be right just after dinner I will ask mum for a sandwich. she will of course ask why, that I have just eaten and cannot be hungry. oh but I am mum I will answer I’m a growing girl after all. she will smile and make my sandwich. I will climb the stairs to my room and I know my heart will be racing so I must try very hard not to show my excitement. then I will wait and watch the clock upon my bedroom wall and listen to when the television has been switched off and their footsteps up the stairs. I need to stay awake, I need to. it is time, through the curtain on my bedroom window I see him waiting for me. opening my window which creaks I hold my breath hoping my parents will not wake and catch me. I am scared of the trellis of the height and hope I don’t get stabbed from the thorns off the climbing rose plant that dad planted two years ago. the trellis is broken in parts it’s old and mum has been telling dad to fix it for ever. quietly I step across the front lawn that crackles from the icy air. I have packed my drink container and my sandwich and a torch-light for the dark, even though I know my tortoise will know which way to go I’m still a little frightened of the dark. then I see him standing under the willow tree where he said he would be. I am so excited I run and climb upon his shell which is really his home sort of like mine and together we start our journey to far off magical places….I shall miss mum and dad but I love my tortoise too and they will understand..
let a child be a child and live out their dreams

copyright ramblingsfromamum 5.1.2013