MATCH MAKER


Walking up the gravel path to the old wooden door,talking and laughing can be heard.

I slowly put the key into that old lock of a door which as seen many a tale, very slowly I push the door open and look into the empty room. There's no-one here.

Desks filling cabinets and all the other stuff is here, but the talking were has it gone.

I SIP my coffee and start to pull the files out one by one, as I start to read, the chatting returns I then understand, it becomes so clear its all the ladies and gentleman talking to me.

There's one person who makes all these people realize there is love and happiness just one person in this big old world doing her thing, making a difference and that's my dear friend Katie.

I WONDER HOW NANNY'S FIRST DAY IN HEAVEN WENT.


As I drive to work one evening I notice the moon running along side me trying to keep up.

Shining really brightly to make sure I arrive safely.

As I open my car door the long cold fingers wrap themselves around me and the warmth I was in disappears, my checks and nose go cold my face tight with the coldness and my eyes saw and tired.

I trundle along feeling quite sad, lonely all most, but not really realizing I have no reason to be.

I feel so selfish you have gone, I just want it to be how it was, how its always been, you always there, wear no invertation was needed and your door always open.

I'm trying to explain to a child not always sure I'm saying the right words.

I know your safe, and I know your happy, and I will have to rezine myself knowing are paths will meet again, and I know you have taken my love with you.

What hides behind the mask.

When looking into a mirror I stare at the person who can been seen, my eyes go so deep in things I have seen locked away for only me.

Seeing my hair grow grey no-sees them but me, how strange he says you don't look any older than the day I meet you, how sweet,but it doesn't make me feel any different.

I still feel the same, tired so very tired is this how its always going to be.

I want time for me, to catch up with my thoughts my feelings I as a mother have put aside, as there is always something else to be done, but never for me.

I hide behind the smile that appears when a friend comes to the door. If only you knew how I really feel about me.

If you only new what I've seen what I hide deep inside me.

Hand bags under my eyes they never used to be there, of course they are designer hand bags.

I yearn for peace and just him and I and nothing to do, nothing to be done on a time table.

I will feel good about me again, I wont give up that's to easy and my feelings about things wont beat me, I will regain my sparkle just you wait and see.

All these things I gave up when I became a mother no one gave me a book to read, I don't think I would of read it would you.