there i watch my friends tumble, fall, a dereliction of a friendship past.
the children play and sing and scream, laughter explodes in bubbles blown
the water splashed and crystal clear, the perfect time to escape it all.
diving taught and bellies red, funny howls as the world goes by.
people from a distant place, those who know my childish youth,
they point and judge and recall a time, recount a broken party held
olden’s question and forget the past, an empty room where memory fades.
& all the time i sit and wonder, why i left her grave alone.
my tears merged as water surrounds. but though my love exists no more,
my children play, they dance and smile and fart and burp!
and ridiculous accents sing in waterfalls of heat.
i look at them and see a future unknown,
i wish for wealth of love or joy or famous words & actions made in happy world
they look at me, an uncle dude, a climbing frame who twirls them round.
we sit and hug and hold on kindly, we walk and laugh, we talk and think
in moments when we sit on down, the world is peaceful, a king with crown,
the pain of life is a quiet shore
and the darkness fades as the light pours forth.
~ my mind stops thinking when my nephews play
(c) Ed Simkins