We hold within our hearts,
old recipes so rare.
One's that don't come out of books,
and can, quite easily tear.
You can tell your friends about them
and some will understand,
but other's try to banish pain.
then vanish from the land.
If you mix the herbs of love,
life becomes easier to bear.
Then talk about your problem,
which is so much nicer to share.
So why let there be despair,
when trouble comes your way.
The heart folds in fine ingredients,
and helps you though the day.
So then if you can remember,
to flavour life with ease.
You have only got to search your mind
For life's old recipes.
A delicious mixture culminating in a great dish. Very nice indeed. Love Ernestine XXX
Warm is right, as warm as the poet. I am glad you have come back, Sylvie. Best wishes H
Caring and sweet (pun very much intended!) . Thank you for these warm words, Sylvia. Warm regards (naturally) , Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A excellent poem Sylvia, the flow and content stand out, well done: -)