Memory of a Rainy Day

This little girl
Was ten years old
And this dark cosy room
Had a thin tin roof

The rain was so heavy
It sounded less like rain
And more like a drumroll
On big steel drums

This little girl
Had a book in her hands
Nancy Drew was busy
On the threshold of adventure

A big warm blanket
Loomed over her head
Big enough to bury her
Toes fingers and book

She brought an edge down
Of the warm cosy blanket
Slowly, excitedly
Anticipation peaked

The shriek of thunderous rain
As it beat the roof down
Drove her back inside
Gleefuly to her book

The memory of this day
A perfect Time capsule
Buried in the safety
Of her secure childhood

To be retrieved and revisited
When the Adult experienced rain
When there was time to indulge,
To sink deep in dark cosy bliss.

Goodbye

Our friendship died 

In a box in the past

Reeking of hatred 

But quiet at last

The pastor drenched it 

In Holy Spirit

Coz sprinkling a few drops 

Wasn't going to do it

The body had to be burnt 

Right into the soil

As friends and family 

Pitied the turmoil

So putrid was the stench 

of horrible betrayal 

So infectious the disease 

of unsettled scores

But after it was burnt 

the soil was good

Healthy saplings 

grew shy and strong

Green faith in humanity 

and firm belief in oneself

Took the place of judgement

jealousy and such hell

What was once spiteful 

hateful and bitter

Was replaced with wisdom,

kindness,tolerance and vigour

So all is well, 

You are where you are

I am where I am, 

We exist . Separate and serene.