The lady who once was,
Still Is,
She will be.
It Is beyond fathom the love,
The elegance.
The glory.
But greater than her is my own maternal grandmother.
Adios!
The Lady.
Tag: poetry
Big Bright Colours.
Big bright colours,
Fill the room with happiness,
With thoughts,
With manifestations,
With love,
With God’s blessings to fight all evil,
With peace which we require the most.
And it does help escape that goes on outside.
Adios!
The Ride To Paris.
The ride to Paris,
Is quite a hyped one.
The this and that,
The big things which happen there,
Are more mental than being truthful.
But yes, it’s a dream to once go there,
To see the city,
But for that you need money
And that’s where the plan falls short.
Adios!
The Place Where I Want To Go.
The place where I want to go,
Is far off as It in a foreign land,
The route is long
And time is short,
The fare Is higher and the resort owners have made their mind to charge extremely higher rates
Their rate cards are so high that they wouldn’t go have been able to afford it hadn’t they owned It.
The place where I want to go is where ever Ma is
And that would be my final journey.
Adios!
Beautiful Memories Of The Past.
Beautiful memories of the past,
Lets me fly to the time that was uniquely,
Non miserable and truly lovely.
It says that for the time was in my hands,
Without any over looming towers of nonsense.
Without any bull shot being served on a golden platter.
Without a thought of harm hovering around.
The memories do reignite the pain that is within,
But such is the power,
Of Ma’s love that despite me being unable,
Ma has kept me going.
It really takes a lot to be and to become,
But it takes much, much more to simply stand by.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 