+ one for a new number rings out,
4 I have travelled across blue seas,
4 days of fretting and full of doubt,
0h but now stifled by cellular glees.
7 years together will have to suffice,
4 I must leave you little but this refrain,
0de to a number for a mobile device,
3 gave assignment and may do so again.
2 hand you out and make you mine,
2 give you away and hope for ad hoc,
1 could say that I was always thine,
6 others would say that is poppycock.
9 it is not the time for ending with melancholy,
6 more years together would have been a folly.
London, a love story
A tourist, pictures and places, passing through with excitable awe,
Promising to return for a longer stay, head and a heart full of future.
Seeking prospects, property, aspirations but ignoring lovelife all around.
A student, scary intrigues leading to even more fearful examination,
Questions answered by waves of further inquiries, my tribe member found.
Ignoring prospects, property, aspirations and seeking lovelife all around.
An immigrant, waiting for approval, that can only be found from a hug,
Daydreams distract from the desperation, a friendly family formed.
Low prospects, lovely property, high aspirations, ugly lovelife by the sea.
An assistant, commuting underground, fighting grabby hands and leers,
To find dramatics both in work and play, Olympic Jubilations embraced.
High prospects, ugly property, low pay, lovely lovelife in the city.
A girlfriend, leaps to the suburbs and into self employment hoping to find a net,
Commuting, compromising, charging ahead, creating a home together.
Low rent, freelancing pay and exploring everything London has to offer.
A wife, seeking a persistent living to charge career ahead but sexism governs,
Travelling, compromising, struggling yet deciding to create a life together.
High rent, underpaid employment and exploring everything online about babies.
A mother, scared, breaking, struggling every second and searching for relief,
Frightening forces of love fling me through isolation, learning what true strength is.
Seeking futures for two, domestic servitude and anxious explorations in parenthood.
A house parent, nervous enthusiasm met with continual resistance and struggles,
Full on schedules chain me to six more lives, challenging everything I thought I knew.
Seeking futures for the masses, educational servitude and expanded views in parenthood
Teething becomes a daily pain,
Wrestling with nap times too.
Evading boundaries and
Laughing to yourself.
Filling the home with germs and
Toys to educate us.
How has it been a year?
My head cannot wrap around you,
Oh but these arms can.
Nothing else matters as
This endless love,
Has found a home in you.
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.