You 'n' me

You ‘n’ me

Just you and me and secrets that you keep,

You’re under lock and key, so won’t lose any sleep!

You know all about my wrongs and rights

And those difficult plights throughout my life;

Turning back to have a peep, that opened

My eyes at times that made me weep.

From you there’s nothing that’s been hidden

Some things that should have been forbidden!

Maybe some things should have been forgiven!

And I regret and am deeply sorry as there

Have been times I’ve treated you badly

And sadly, to you I have not written.

You know of all my hopes and fears

I’ve shared with you some laughs and tears

And only you coz walls have ears!

Another page - a newer leaf,

I’ll try to keep precise and brief

With Integrity and my own beliefs.

You know me profoundly, inside-out

Everything there is to know - what I’m about!

After all these years of pen to paper,

From stress, problems and all those capers;

Into your safe hands my frustrations,

Relations, sensations and some temptations...

  

You have been renewed years at a time

You know when I’m sad or things are just fine

When life gets so bad, or even sublime!

All ups, downs, dilemmas, tight spots -

The times I tied myself in knots

And felt as though I’ve lost the plot!

All my achievements failures and aims,

A bad experience –a claim to fame!

Worries and woes with all my folks,

I’ve been provoked - my feelings evoked.

For you there will never be an expiry -

Life wouldn’t be the same if I had no diary.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

29^th January 2013

Did you notice?

Did you notice?

Just a Spanish Island and me

And two ducks catching fish in the sea.

Late night litter in the in the sand

By uncaring humans on this lovely land.

But did you stop to notice her

Working quietly as so not to stir?

Adding junk to her collection

Helps to avoid some cross infection.

The steps, the floors all waste free -

Made it safer for you and me.

Devoid of any loose debris;

Gone are the cups of dregs from tea.

All stone’s uncovered, not too dusty,

Smells of sweet scent, never musty.

Ashtrays emptied, stairs are swept,

Towels replaced when our feet got wet.

Cleaned, polished, wiped, made beds,

Under burning sun while we rest our heads.

Thoroughly spoilt, rested and pampered -

Ensured we got our picnic hampers!

All around and across our nations

Reduces risks of contamination

But did you see her?

The relentless toiling of a maid and cleaner.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

16^th August 2012

With memories of Majorca and the sea all to myself...

A well earned rest

A well-earned rest

We’ve travelled to a distant land

Clear sea, blue skies go hand in hand;

Burnt our feet on hot white sand

Thinking thoughts of ain’t life grand.

But every morning there is a race

To reserve a spot and put in place;

So for now it is ‘their’ space,

Roast in the heat – a reddened face!

Get up too early it is so sad -

Mothers, children, babies, dad!

Doss all day, they must be mad!

Part of the rat race they’ve now had.

And of these people, it is allowed -

Doesn’t matter what face in the crowd,

Ready and waiting with coloured towel

Like a vulture to prey and justly proud!

But just for now it’s worth a shot

To arise with birds to grab a spot!

I’ll lay here all day while it’s hot

A distant home life I’ve forgot.

So pardon me and please excuse

While I kick off my plastic shoes.

My bodies’ had a little booze.....

I’ll lay here for now and have a snooze.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

8^th August 2012

On Jeff Lynne!

on Jeff Lynn

I didn’t mean to put Jeff Lynne 

Outside In the recycling bin -

When I should be keeping him!

And not to be dumped with potato skin

And other things, like bottles and tins

And your violin -my maestro king!

Love to hear you sing;

Legend of a living thing!

Your hairy face nearly met my fireplace!

Lost in time, stars and space;

The man I most admire

That’s almost set the world on fire.

I didn’t mean to disregard

Outside my back yard -

You are my trump card!

To you I have such deep regard.

Now I’m not proposing

That you’re decomposing

But you do possess

A knack to reprocess!

And didn’t think it at the time,

You’ve been so good with song and rhyme;

I’ve always thought you were terrific

Talented, gifted - and so prolific.

I want to admire and enjoy,

The thrilling skills you can employ.

I didn’t mean to almost destroy.....

Out of the blue the golden boy!

Linda Lawrence

8^th November 2012

From your 'forever' fan!

Just me and the sea!

Just me and the sea!

Jus’ me and the sea

In its entirety;

Inky black – can’t see

The deep blue ocean and me

And when I’m ready

Scatter my ashes

For eternity....

Don’t take a photo of me now-

The beached whale!

To others it would look foul!

But at least it’s

Mozzie free!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

19^th July 2012 (With memories of Southern Spain)