Sweet Recollections
Tea time, just my mom and me…
memories so sweet and dear,
knowing I was her first choice;
still her voice is crystal clear.
Some of my favorite hours.
fresh cut flowers in a vase,
aroma drifting after,
her bright laughter giving chase.
Drinks poured from a silver pot,
piping hot, a cup of tea;
made better than the others
my mother’s best, just for me.
Subtle taste of chamomile,
love revealed in Earl Grey.
My sweet tooth she would appease
“Two lumps please,” I’d smile and say.
Sweet drinks still can take me back,
down the track toward yesterday.
It’s been years we’ve been apart;
in my heart, she’ll always stay
© 2017 - dustygrein
*** This form is another old Welsh creation, the awdl gywydd. Not an easy form to work in, but its syllabic nature and cross linked rhymes make it powerful.
“I’m Okay, and you?”
It's the simple standard answer, but it took me some time to be able to say this. Typical answers like 'okay', 'fine' didn't belong to me. Most times, I'd be far from okay, I'd be a 'no' or a 'terrible'. Defining myself was like trying to untangle my favorite pair of earphones. The more I used them, the more often it'd get tangled. The songs I listened to with these earphones spouted nonsense like 'it's okay not to be okay'. Lies. It's never okay to not be okay. You should never be fine with the feelings that steal precious moments of your life, that leave you wrecked and disfigured. Get help, whether it's from friends, family, art, books, or even the internet. The dark times of my life were spent with me isolating the world and trying to solve everything by myself. But it doesn't work that way. The only reason I can say I'm doing fine now and start paying attention to the others around me is because someone was there asking me if I was okay. So thank you. I'm doing okay now. How about you? Are you okay?