Memories Poem by Bob Blackwell

Smile my love with me,
can’t you hear my voice,
speak of places we have been,
and those we still want to see.
Our life together was
so full of happy times,
it isn’t meant to end, for
our memories still live.

See that bird,
the one that jokes
and makes a noise.
he is here and so am I.
I shall never leave
the garden of your mind,

I will always linger
by the blossom tree,
tread amongst the pansies,
watch the sun birds fly;
look hard and you will see me,
smiling, underneath our big tree.
The one that spoils
our yellow brick path,
but also gives us shade.

Those lovely sunrises,
the ones you used to tell,
sleepy me to wake and see.
Look now catch sight of the
sunrise over nearby hill,
sky coloured orange, red, and pink
with streaked grey clouds that
grow thinner by the minute.
Observe how as the sun rises
higher in the sky, the clouds,
vaporise, evaporate, and vanish.
Rising higher still the sun begins
to quickly warm your back,
a warmth that says, you’re home,
please do enjoy,
so I can see your lovely smile.

See those tiny trees in pots,
both large and small,
see me wiring this tree,
pruning others
some water here, a feed there,
please look at this one
it has such light green leaves;
in spring they grow so fast.

See me picking spuds,
tomatoes, lettuce,
spinach, other veg,
or just the herbs
I loved to grow.

You used to say,
so much garden,
yet you still grow
some more in pots.

The clouds I used to study,
watch and love.
ice cream clouds, with faces,
cathedrals in the sky.

See those flat bottomed clouds,
appear in rows,
underneaths smooth
cleaved off by magic knife.

I float up there with them,
looking down,
Seeing you, I write a poem,
a story of my life with you,
memories of appreciation for
the love you gave so easily.

Reach out now,
your heart
clasped in your hand,
so we can once more,
feel the warmth and
love we gave so willing.

My bodies gone,
worn out,
too many years;
It got too old.

Just remember I am now
the fine energy
that moves the wind,
steers the stars,
makes the sun rise up and fall,
and the knife that cuts the
bottoms from the clouds.

Reach out, you can touch me,
you can see my smile,
for I am now sweet energy,
the sugar of your mind.
Just be happy with it all.


21-04-2008