Letting go of special people can be hard.

                              Kalyanee

K ind, Kalyanee, a compassionate, caring dove.

A h, Kalyanee, you are so easy to love. And I,

L ove you Kalyanee , since first we did meet.

Y ou, Kalyanee , and your soul’s essence so sweet.

A las, Kalyanee, it is time to bid you adieu, but,

N ever, Kalyanee, will I forget you.

E ven, Kalyanee, if we are miles apart.

E vermore, Kalyanee , you will be in my heart.

SINEAD O'CONNOR

S weet child I feel the pain that I see in your eyes.

I n you songs, I can hear your impassioned cries.

N othing has touched me quite like you.

E ven the controversial things you do.

A ll you sing and say and share.

D epicts some deeply hidden fear.

O h, how I wish I could help you attain.

C almness of soul and freedom from pain.

O h lonely, lovely lady, I hear your silent cry.

N ow don't get me wrong, I don't mean to pry.

N o point in that, it would lead to nowhere.

O nly your peace of mind it's for that, that I care.

R elinquish your past with it's sorrows and tears,

 embrace tomorrow without any fears.

CHERISHED THOUGHTS

It was four years ago today, I watched my Daddy die

There were no words that I could say, I could only cry.

With all those painful questions going round my head.

Why couldn't God have spared him and taken me instead.

It hurt so much to watch as he fought to hold onto life.

He didn’t want to leave his family or his wife.

It's hard to grasp the fact that he's no longer here

But in some strange way I can still feel him quite near.

I am glad that I was sober as his life it ebbed away.

It was an honour to be there, holding hands on his final day.

There are times I'd love to have him back to have a little talk.

Or to go to Dollymount for a sunny Sunday walk.

To watch him fill his pipe and smoke it sure and slow.

How I loved those Sunday evenings, to the local pub we'd go.

The stories that he told of life when he was a boy.

To hear him tell them now would fill my heart with joy.

Don't be afraid to ask questions, I often heard him say.

Like so much good advice he dispensed along his way.

I know it wasn't all rosy no life can ever be.

But the good times are the ones most cherished by me.

He lived his life simply and didn't intend harm to anyone.

And today I am proud of the fact that I'm his son.

Although there is a void deep  inside of me.

I can fill it with memories of what used to be.

GOLDEN YEARS GODDESS

Tenderly look back upon the child,

with her tiny childhood tears,

whilst smiling a sweet smile for her,

in the wisdom of your fifty golden years.

Let your heart softly speak to the girl,

with her terrible teenage fears,

whispering your kind regard for her,

in the wisdom of your fifty golden years.

Gently embrace the young lady,

who believed that love always disappears,

cherish now fond thoughts for her,

in the wisdom of your fifty golden years.

Look kindly upon the woman of middle age,

who felt trapped, perhaps, by life's many snares,

as into freedom you walk with her

in the wisdom of your fifty golden years.

Realise in your wisdom today,

that on the horizon as a Goddess appears,

its you Una, you are her,

with all the beauty of your fifty golden years.

So let your inner Goddess shine her light,

on all your future cares,

as you walk hand in hand with her,

in the beauty and the wisdom of all your golden years.

I wrote this poem for my wife on the occasion of her 50th birthday.

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PRECIOUS LOVE. TURNED GOLD

Sitting in the chapel as they played Amazing Graze,

So touched by this moment tears were on my face.

For perhaps it was just such a special moment,

When your love first took hold.

And now fifty years later your love is turning Gold.

I feel both honoured and awe-struck

Sharing with you Charlie and Kay,

In this beautiful celebration of your very Special Day.

It is so wonderful to see two people,

With so much love to give,

An inspiration in a world of broken dreams

In which so many live.

You've reached a goal to which many have aspired,

But sadly never reached

Because their love grew old and tired.

And your love, it is still growing

but never growing old,

Because fifty years of growing has turned

Your love to Gold.

Thank you for the insight that you both show

Of what can be achieved when love's allowed to grow.

And I'm sure if God is looking down

From Heaven above,

He is smiling on you both and on

Your precious Golden Love.

Your Eyes , The Windows Of Your Soul

You cannot hide your souls despair

Nor pretend that all's ok in there.

Like a window, through your eyes,

I can see so deep

Into hidden chambers,

Filled with secrets that you keep.

Mostly veiled by curtains.

Of anger, hate and pride

Occasionally I catch glimpses of

The beauty that's inside,

A compassionate loving soul

That sometimes really cares,

Trapped behind the window

By loneliness and fears.

At times it's hard to see

Your souls loving glow

Hidden by the pain and tears

Caused by hurts from long ago.

Sometimes,

I cannot look you straight in the eye,

Because,

The reflection of my own soul makes me want to cry.

I can reach the recesses of your soul,

No matter how dark or deep,

Because I know my soul own so well

And the secrets I tried to keep.

Your eyes the windows of your soul,

Let them open wide

Stop trying to conceal,

The truth and beauty that's inside.

Release your soul

Let its love shine strong and bright.

Then you will see this world

in a new and better light.