Tuesday, 23 June 2009

If I knew

In this 21st century, the word BUSY has become an all important word in our dictionary..There's no time for someone else other than 'me, myself and I'. The other day, I was at the checkout in a local supermarket and the man in front of me- old, very smiley and friendly- just reached out into my trolley and started unloading some of my items onto the counter. And as he did so, he told me that the problem with our world today is that everyone has decided to go it alone...there's total independence, no one needs any one else and we just want it to be about us all the time.
I heard this saying which changed the way I thought about life: " if you want to go fast, go alone but if you want to go far, you need to go with somebody else"

We need to let those we love know NOW and we need to support our friends. A smile to a passer-by could do a lot..

Here's a poem titled: If I knew


If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say 'I love you,'
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can just let this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say 'I love you,'
And certainly there's another chance
to say our 'Anything I can do?'

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say 'I'm sorry,
''Please forgive me, thank you,' or 'It's okay.'
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.


© The poets voice~~~ June 2009, All rights reserved.

Friday, 12 June 2009

O mother, O daughter!

I don't remember how it goes this huge or how I came to this point. I'm sitting here, on my way to Kay's graduation and opposite me is a woman I once knew and loved.My well of tears has never ran dry since we became strangers..it's too bad to be true. I guess it all started with an argument, we exchanged some pretty bad words. We made up but we argued again and again and again.
"I don't have to tolerate this behaviour from you, after all I can adopt other children. Do you know How old I am? I gave birth to you, you know and if you think after 9 months of carrying you, you can throw it back in my face...just wait till you have your own children!!!!" she yelled at me with anger and frustration.
And I guess this time I really blew it. I am a good person..I really am, and I don't have a problem with apologising to anyone apart from my parents of course.I just find it extremely strange baring out my feelings before them.Sometimes, I think it's a bit of pride and at other times I just don't know; I'm weird like that.
We tend to mis-understand each other a lot, even though we've become the best of friends. I realise that unconsciously, I do hit her where it hurts but it's not intentional.And that's when the fight happens usually because she thinks I did it on purpose.
And I know I try to forgive her.I really pray about it but I keep remembering the words she said to me that tore me to pieces.
........and I just couldn't take it anymore, the last argument was the final straw.I did apologise after but she wouldn't accept it. She began treating me like an outsider; an alien. I didn't know what to do or say to restore the jovial relationship.We avoided each other and I was only happy when I was not at home....we drifted.....we were isolated...and we became two randomers.....
It has been ridiculously hard without her, not only is she my mother..she is my friend! and I really miss the support her friendship provided.This widening gap is like a hole in my heart....

As the bus jolts to a stop, I am relieved of my thoughts and once more I embrace reality. I cannot undo the past but I can use my lesson to better the future.

This is Fiction and the characters are totally made up!

© The poets voice~~~ June 2009, All rights reserved.