Grief...

We live, we love, and as life goes on we lose the ones we love.
When they pass we are told that we should cherish and dwell on the good memories and times we had with them ....

.......so my question to you all is....

Why then do we take pictures at funerals?

Too Much Love

...a loving sister told her sister, when you go to school i shall miss ya:

a tin of 'cerelac' she did buy
to wish her little sister a fitting goodbye

with hugs and smiles they did part
each loving sister playing her part

off to school the younger did go
over a terrible rough road she did go

the 'box-room' key she did entreat
to treat herself to a treat

the tin she did open
her mouth stood open

the foil in the tin was torn in half
the contents of the tin stood at half

nestled in the tin there was a letter
the younger began to read every letter

her big sister in the letter did say,
I’m sorry 'sis' don't know what to say

hope when you read this you are alright
i had to make sure the 'cerelac' was all right

Alone Inside

I'm alone inside
But not for long
The crown has gathered
To hear my song

The lights are lit
The mood is set
The people await
With bated breath

The curtains are drawn
Necks are strained
Performance performed
They call my name

The lights are dimmed
The cheers have died
The people have left
I'm alone inside

The Saga of a 'Returnee'

he sits in the corner completely blank
he creases his brow, deep in concentration
the result; beads of perspiration
he stares straight ahead into the emptiness that is his mind
his brain is parched, ideas no he longer finds
his heart is hollow, passion has left
in exasperation he exhales his breath
he raises his head and wipes his brow
through the fields and wilderness he must plough
for now his (writers)block must become his brick
until the passion and ideas return fast and thick