Special

I’ve heard countless lyrics
I’ve read a sea of poetry
I’ve danced to the music
Of love’s imagery

You’re one of a kind
Yes, take it personally
Darling if you don’t mind
There’ll be no other like you for me

God sure must have loved me
For in His great design
He knew that He would give to me
Your love and make it mine

That’s why this poem is special
Because it’s written just for you
Poems written by other people
Somehow never seem to do

This poem is for you only
So if perchance some day
You feel a little lonely
Listen to the words I say

Love is a universal quest
A hungry, aching need
Yet He gave to me love's best
When He gave you to me

And this poem is very special
Penned with only you in mind
You may search the whole world over
But I know you will not find…

…another poem like this one
Because, my dear, you see
This poem was written
Just for you from me

J~

The Dance

Time will never stop turning
It’s always been this way
The tress rich and raven
Succumbs to soft gray
The hand smooth and supple
Bears life’s tender scars
We are only people
And time simply years
As the violin plays on…

Slow moving quadrille
Come my love, hold me near
It seems time’s old wheel
Is no respecter of tears
But it plucks from our fingers
Our most treasured things
As its harmony lingers
On effervescent wings
And the violin plays on…

Hold back your sorrow
Until some other day
Yesterday’s tomorrow
Is slipping away
While here in the arms
Of life’s bitter-sweet dance
We move to the charms
Of heaven’s soft glance
And the violin plays on…

Come oh my darling
Life hastens away
I see the soft morning
Become yesterday
Dance with me, darling
Let us not waste one song
For no one will tell us
When the music is done
As the violin plays on…

Janet~

Just Like You

Well, isn’t it just like you
To come strolling by
Just when I’ve convinced myself
That everything is fine
And isn’t it just like you
To breeze into the room
Where every door is bolted
And every window too
And isn’t it just like you
To brush away my pain
Whispering little nothings
While you make me laugh again
And isn’t it just like you
To remind me with a smile
Blue is just a color
And a mile is but a mile
And memories are the little threads
That keep you close to me
As the soft light of twilight sheds
It’s eye upon the sea
And isn’t it just like you
As I turn to draw you near
Isn’t it just like you
To somehow disappear

J~

Comforted

Hands of time may
Steal away
Many a coveted thing
But this I know
As the rivers flow
I watch those same hands bring
New gifts of love
As the little girl of
Yesterday becomes a woman
Though time oft steals
It also heals
In the power of a moment
A breath then two
Dissolve to the blue
But I’ve made a sweet discovery
The things I love best
Are timelessly kept
Safe in the vault of memory
And sweetheart, it’s true
Time can never steal you
Though you may fly far from me
I hold you near
In each memory so dear
As they whisper their comfort to me

Janet~

Shadows

I really can’t believe it
You’re growing up too fast
It seems each year that passes
Is quicker than the last

The limb outside my window
Exudes with burgeoning bud
Yet it seems but a breath ago
Its leaf fell to the mud

I guess it bears to reason
Why life flows swiftly by
Season over season
Like the twinkling of an eye

Your cheek once soft and silky
Now wears the ruddy blush
Of youth, vibrant and healthy
Where my soft kiss used to brush

The hand curled round my finger
Now grips a steering wheel
As I suddenly remember
How your wee grasp used to feel

I really can’t believe it
Those little years are past
But I can hear their heart-beat
In the shadows that they cast

Janet~

Last night I watched as a young mother covered her
baby's soft cheek with kisses.
"How do you know she likes it?"
someone asked her.
"I don't know if she likes it, but I do" was the mother's quick reply.

EXACTLY! Those years are gone so fast!

Short, Sweet Ride

Some people say it’s a long road
This journey they are on
They look with drooping shoulders
Into the great beyond
But darling, let me tell you
What I feel deep inside
Knowing you and loving you
Has been a short, sweet ride

I hear folk say that life is hard
They call it living hell
But I’ve been close to heaven
When the night is soft and still
In your arms I’ve tasted
Life’s warm and kinder side
And darling, somehow you make
This life a short, sweet ride

I could not bear this journey
It would be long and hard
If you did not love me
Then soon I would be tired
I could not bear this journey
Without you at me side
But darling, if you love me
It will be a short, sweet ride

Janet~

All I Know

I can’t turn water into wine
Sometimes I wish I could
Clouds don’t turn into sunshine
Just because I wish they would

I don’t think wrinkles are a sin
And I make no apologies
I’ve earned the skin that I am in
Worth is not defined by these

I don’t know what the future holds
But we get older every day
As minutes and hours unfold
It sweeps the glow of youth away

I don’t know what I will face
As the years dissolve like snow
All I really know is this
Love is ageless and I love you so

True love, they say is like fine wine
Growing better year by year
You could be no love of mine
If with age love would disappear

I don’t know if we’ll survive
Darling, all I really know
Is every day that I’m alive
I’ll do my best to love you so

Janet~

Jim just told me he wishes someone would have prepared him for this ‘getting older’ thing and that he is not impressed.
I told him I don’t think anyone can prepare us even if they would want to.
To each one of us it is our own personal journey

Some Days

On some days the hands that I hold are enough
I’m grateful through and through
Complete, complete in a moment of love…
…but on some days I wish it was you

On some days love is lithesome and fair
The sky is perfect blue
On some days I become keenly aware…
…that on some days I wish it was you


J~

Tool

I write and I write and I write
An insatiable appetite
Everywhere, it seems to me
A poem hovers, waiting to be

Can I grasp with humble line
The thought I seek to define?
Twenty-six letters, my tool
A pen-stroke away from the fool

Wisdom and filth are aligned
In the tip of a quill and the mind
What a privilege to hold in my hand
This powerful tool; a pen

Janet~