Helens story - found on laptop
Created by Gillian, David and Katie 9 years ago
Piggy back rides to the moon and back,
portraits of me, and portraits of you.
Worlds hidden in wardrobes, building our own
with gentle hands,touches, looks.
Flowers and notes
pressed in borrowed books.
No need to search for subjects or verbs,
as weathered shells of liars must.
word processed, typewriters
or even better hand written,
poems and letters in tenderness read.
dreams that occupy thoughts for
too many hours.
no amount of their realisation enough.
Linger as you sleep.
You recite french, significance of the words only coming
as they’re spoken from your lips. Running fingers
round rims of glasses, holding notes in the air
like photographs. glitter and moments falling
from heaven above- that is, if it’s there;
though I’m convinced it’s here.