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The Dilettante Diaries: “BEE”
Love
Joy
Bee
“BE”
“B” he says to his 2nd.
“Tiddler B” he says to his 3rd.
“…….B” he says to his 1st.
….if
he could just “B”
more than “She”
under earth
he would
B just B
Love. Walking
Love. Breathing
Love. Seeking
Love. Talking
Love. Listening
Love. Giving
Love. Loving
Love. Being
Love. Freeing
Forever
for Her
he’d just
Be
swim into her last breath
with
Peace
Love
Joy
Be
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
for LJB/VCB
18.9.71
A picture hangs on my wall
it’s a photograph taken by me
of two little girls by the riverside
fishing there with me.
One is fishing with her home made rod
that her Grandpa made
the other with her little net
for which her pocket money paid.
They didn’t catch any fish that day
not even a tiddler or two
but they still had a happy day
and their picture taken too!
They’re grown up now Children no more
though one at home still stays
the other has gone away
to live her student days.
They always loved the riverside
and being there with me
but if they had a special place
it was being by the sea.
Now sometimes when I walk across a beach
my mind plays tricks on me
I can hear their little voices shout
“we’re playing in the sea!”
I see their smiling faces
happy on the beach
and little footprints in the sand
made by their tiny feet.
They’re grown up now Children no more
living life’s laughter and tears
and I wonder if they still remember
those special childhood years.
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