Flutterby

           Flutterby

I'll try to come back as a Butterfly, 

To fly with freedom in the clouds and sky.

You might know it's me passing you by

And wondered if we ever said goodbye.   

I'll appear from nowhere in your front room;          Your stairs in winter when it feels like gloom.

A glimpse at night under a bright full moon

And you'll know I'll reappear again very soon.

You might of thought I was in decline -

But wanted a Butterfly to be mine!

I'll surprise you on a special date - a sign

That I'm still around you all the time!

My Butterfly will do special things;

Remind you what your life will bring,

But life can be delicate like my fragile wings,

My colours and scales need nurturing.

A Common Blue or Swallowtail might be me!

And a Peacock might flutter on your tree!

An Orange Tip or Painted lady I'll be,

Still very much part of your family tree.

Next time you see a Tortoiseshell or Cabbage White

Don't think that you're all alone in your plight,

Just watch me among the flowers in mid flight.

And I'll try to put you on the path that's right.

Copyright Linda Lawrence (For my Dad)

16th January 2017

Just cleaning up

Cleaned up my bathroom today thinking you were dirt

Realised too late you were so fragile and didn’t intend to hurt.

You were only here for a while, didn’t want to cut it short

I thought of all the other giants you’ve stood up to and have fought.

 

I know you didn’t like them my friend, hovering around your head

But she was only flying to salvation, toward the light instead.

If only I had the power to give you a brighter moon

Maybe your quality of life could be better and didn’t end so soon.

 

Mother nature made you pretty with your colourful markings

The gentle way you flap with your tiny little wings

One of many Gods’ precious creatures’, miniscule thing

And that I didn’t see you, I have tears in my eyes that sting.

 

Sorry little insect, you were on my wooden floor

I didn’t see you near the bathroom scales, just behind the door.

I cleaned up today, swiped you away with dirty yellow cloth

You deserved a long life on earth, minute little moth.

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

23^rd August 2006

New Year!

Happy New Year!

The fireworks burnt out, the celebrations over;
An array of pretty colours, a New Year now hung-over!
And soon the workers back to their old work load
Walking on the slippery, black iced darkened road.

School is back to normal after festive treats,
Wanting to stay in bed beneath the warmer sheets.
Books with all Christmas hymns have all now been sung;
Now the brand New Year has only just begun.

Wind and rain are here again and frost is on the grass.
Cars are frozen cold, hearing the scraping of the glass.
People wrapped up in coats and scarves shiver in the weather;
Animals trying to keep warm, huddled up together.

Winter solstice turns the corner wanting spring to start;
Planted bulbs come into life, putting warmth back in my heart!
The daylight hours longer, the summer's on its way,
Thinking of a holiday and time to get away!

The animals and insects that start to procreate;
The shrubs and flowers and trees that regenerate.
Yearning for the spring time quickly to arrive,
Wake up every morning feeling more alive!

And soon it will be Mothers' day with all our children caring;
Open arms and open hands with gifts they will be bearing.
Soon after lent with Easter day close after;
Children's games of hunting eggs with some fun and laughter.

Pink and white blossom leaves grown on pretty trees,
A typical spring day hearing all the birds and bees!
Marvelling at the tulips and the crocus flowers;
Dancing in the rain during the April showers!

And as I walk through the crunchy brown leaves,

A reminder of winter with an icy cold breeze.

The autumn foliage in the roads rotting and decaying;

A fast ride in the snow, watching people sleighing!

While we are still in the season of the wintry throes,
Wearing all our warmer, woolly winter clothes.
Waking up to sub zero, hot water bottle cool;
Wishing we could skip this time of year of cold and Yule.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

4^th January 2017

Silver lining...

It's been a month, finally on the mend
Must of driven people 'round the bend!
My neighbour thought I'd broke a rib
With all the coughing that I did!
And so thankful that my two men,
Rallied 'round my bouts of phlegm;
There were at times I felt quite ill
But thanks to that little steroid pill,
The inhaler and the anti b's,
Am feeling a little more like me!
Didn't really want to eat,
Just wanted to disappear under sheet.
The temperature was low grade 
But still felt very much afraid
When doctor used a nebulizer-
But what a brilliant stabiliser!
A lovely daughter came over too
Rubbed my back with variation of the flu.
Hoovered like there was no tomorrow,
My head in hand, fulls of sorrow.
Washed the dishes ‘til they shone
Laid in bed and rattled on.
Thought knocking on heavens' door
Stayed a lot of time indoors.
Bought job lot of fisherman's friends
Wondered when it was going to end!

But!

There's always some kind of silver lining
With all the moans and all the whining;
My sexy voice through well used throat
(Didn't want to sit here and gloat)
Is husky, heavy breathing deep,
Income to be made, even while asleep!
So anyone you know with secret phone.
Could be me at other end making groans!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

3rd December 2016

True story....

True story...

My day started off when my pussy cat

Left a pile behind on my welcome mat!

I didn’t discover until my slippers stood flat

Now trod right in and spread all the shat!

Stood in my Pyjamas and to my dismay,

Woke up to this pile that was on display!

Not a good start to a busy day and

Don’t quite know what she was trying to say!

Isn’t it fortunate to tread in some muck?

But felt today I just wasn’t in luck!

It wasn’t the first time that lightning had struck;

There are times in life that it will just suck.

I honestly didn’t know where to begin

But parted with slippers in the landfill bin!

At six in the morning, took it all on the chin

And hosed down the mat to clean the damn thing!

The kitchen stunk of all things vile;

And son said farting wasn’t really my style.

And All I wanted to do was to run a mile,

Get on with my day and be versatile!

Though glad of the slippers on my plates of meat

Imagine the squelching between the toes on my feet!

Using colourful language I would not repeat,

Hold my hand up and scream at defeet!

Linda Lawrence

26^th October 2016