A Poem by Fi

The place I like to go so much

Is somewhere in my dreams

I only wish I'd go there

When my head is full of screams

The world I love is dying

And somewhere far away

The world I love is crying

And calling me to play

XOXO

Fi

Dayna's Day

Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away into the next room

I am I, and you are you.

Whatever we were to each other

That we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy way which you always used

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes

We enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me,

Let my name be ever the household word that

It always was.

Let it be spoken without effort,

Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same as it ever was

There is absolutely unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am

Out of sight? I am but waiting for you

For an interval

Somewhere very near

Just around the corner .

All is well.

Canon Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)

Dearest L, G and K,

I suspect that makes her happy too.

My thoughts are with you today.

All my love

F

Preposterous Poem of the Week - Licorice Allsorts

Oh Licorice Allsorts

Pink, Black, Yellow, Black, Orange

How much I love you

I never feel bad eating you, you natural laxative you

And how much better you taste when purchased in a black and gold bag

Four pieces equal only one point

If I have five, no-one will know the difference

Why must the other office staff like you so much

I don't like to share you

Orange, Black, White, Black, Yellow

You taste the same but you are never favoured as much as the pink

Licorice, I am sorry some people do not like you

 But I will never leave you uneaten

Oh and Green you have not been forgotten

You are not fussed to stick to Orange or Pink

That is very commendable in today's society

Wait

I am sorry Licorice Allsorts

I think ten pieces in a row is enough even for me

Back to your hiding spot

I will see you tomorrow around half past three

And then you will be gone

Look at the pretty colours

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Hibernation Haiku

Mattress

Firm, Soft, Back Support.

How did I sleep before you?

Life is now complete.