on time

callers would call by
she wanted no ties
a younger man would love her
then think she was his

you can call by, she'd say
whenever you want
but I only have callers
no one owns me

then she met him
with his travelling guitar
his once fair long hair
had long since gone grey

the twinkle he carried
in his guitar case
attracted young women
no strings attached

the two of them met
she said something clicked
she, a bar woman
he, guitar man

callers went packing
young women sent back
these two had four years
before slowly he died

four years of true loving
was what they had
the love of her life
she was grateful for that


n.b. Everyone has a story. I heard this one recently. Deeply moved by it, I was.

CLP 01/12/2022

on time

we live on so long
as memories others hold
stories shared with love


CLP 03/09/2022

On Sweet Dreams

Feverish bedtimes

soothed by gentle reading

of favourite books


n.b. I heard today, not for the first time during this pandemic, of stories being read to unwell adults at bedtime. Such a simple act of love.


CLP 02/02/2021