Beads, buttons, ribbons, and flowers
Blacks and whites against the fanciful colour
Could it have been too much
for one defined by “grace and favour” ?
Nonetheless, this canvas, this collage
speaks more than what I can envisage
Words were written, printed and then
embedded between memories so visual
of days of fun, sometimes unusual…
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The scraps, the tears, the many rough edges
simply symbolized our way through the hedges
but hurts were forgiven, thus frowns never deepen
as beauty comes from beneath the ash
Our worlds collided but never did they clash
Since we were made different
Each one varied, each one magnificent…
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I breathe “thank you” and think of what more to say,
Still wishing that time would permit me to stay.
Alas, my friends, we shouldn’t be sad…
More often than not, we’ve reason to be glad.
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Now on to the wall I turn my glance
At the collage upon which my eyes pranced
Home-made and beautiful, done so painstakingly
That cost Sheila her sleep, making her go crazy…
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And… loose pieces may fall,
but nothing that glue can’t help, if not at all.
Written on the 29th of June, 2008.
