Friday 8 August 2014

Another

Another, another eighth of August
Another year, another heartbreak
This heinous date, this date of dread
The day I wish had never come.

They say you’re still here, your spirit in me
They say you’d be proud, if you were here, if you could see.
But the ‘if’ is the but, the if means you’re not
If means you can’t be, don’t smile, won’t see.

If doesn’t tell me you love me and what I’ve done
It doesn’t hold my hand when I’m scared
Stroke my hair, call my phone.
If isn’t the sound of your laugh
Or the scent of Channel
If is no comfort, no relief, not today.

Because if you were here, were near, weren’t gone
This day would pass by, just…..
Another Eighth of August.



Wednesday 6 August 2014

Collaboration 

If it hadn't been for you,
My mum, my inspiration
I could never have dreamed this dream.

If it hadn't been for you 
My dad, my bricks and mortar,
I could never have seen this through.

If it hadn't been for you
My friend, my brave companion
I would never have had the guts.

If it hadn't been for you 
My visionary, my ear in confidence
It would never have been this good.

If it hadn't been for you
My calm, my do and thinker
I would never have managed the task. 

If it hadn't been for you
My beautiful talented colleagues 
It just would never have worked.