Things Poetic

 Not Dead They are not dead, whilst the memories about them remain They are not dead, when their smile still lights your soul They are not dead, when you can still hear their laughter in your mind They are not dead, when you can still hear their voice in your heart They are not dead when you can still feel their hand in yours They are not dead, when you close your eyes and their eyes look back at you They are not dead

 Smile Wake up, unkempt, poorly slept interrupted head, pounding heart unsure, unclear why, confusion meets the scattered sunlight, blurred eyesight, scintillating  false colours, waiting the walls with rainbows standing, staring at the curved mirror unrecognisable features, old haggard puffy bloodshot showered and brushed mirror again, face cracking into a poor smile todays mask,  tomorrows puffy, haggard visage returns

 Love four letters Living Our very best life evermore choices, thoughts, dreams, hopes - all tied together with each other smell, taste, touch, feel - all expressing ourselves whisper, smile, gasp, groan - together always

 The Smile It was the smile, full and generous, eyes twinkling, a belly laugh thats the memory,  kindness, care, love, support putting everyone else first, even when she had nothing, and no energy and hating being the focus of anything the smile, the love, the care always remembered

 Sunflower Smile Dull room, in the morning, clouds blanket the world outside, stills the house, with cold, dullness glowing in the window, they pull the dullness and throw it out, replacing it with a smile, joy to see,  reaching toward any sunlight, petticoats behind the face,, protecting, holding beauty, with prickles