Polly Tickle

Pete
another classic from you
thx
ps thx for getting me writing again     

Oh Maree, my friend, for fifty-five years,
Through laughter and love, through joys and tears.
Forty-five married years we've shared,
Yet here I sit, waiting; I'm unprepared.

With pen in hand, each day I forge lines,
In whimsical worlds or where sunlight shines.
But still I crave that sweet, simple phrase:
“Pete, I adore how you spend your days.”

My rhymes may be silly, my stanzas a jest,
Yet to hear you say it would make me feel blessed.
So while I’m drafting verses that dance and play,
I'm just here hoping you'll find time to say:

“I love watching you write!” Just once let it slip.
It’ll make my heart sing like a jubilant blip.

The words that come from me just happen to be.
Hopefully they weave a tale, not mimic those held high,
For in my heart, I seek to share a view,
Not merely words that echo from the sky,
But visions born of life, bright sometimes dark and true.

I dwell in shadows where the stories stir,
With each soft whisper of the winds that call,
A world unfolded, every breath a blur,
Each page a witness to the rise and fall.

In every heartbeat lies a hidden thread,
The spark that lights the canvas of my mind,
To craft with passion what my soul has said,
A tapestry of thoughts for those who I give my time.

So often I write with fervour yet to be free,
Another poet's path might guide me.
The reality its just how I see what's presented to me.