NORMAL DAY

NORMAL DAY 

Normal day let me be aware

Of the treasure you are to me.

Days without pressure, days at home,

Days when the sunshine I see.

Let me be aware of the freedom from pain

Now that hospital days are gone

Normal day let me be aware 

Of the very great battle I've won.

I am thankful for all the joys

That each new day can bring

I have a spring in my step 

And sweet is the song that I sing.

Normal day let wake unto you

With cheerfulness as my guide

Let me never forget your beauty

As I welcome you with pride.

Normal day let me hear again

The laughter that rings in this home

Let me treasure my family and friends,

Wherever they may roam.

Normal day let me stand in your rain

And splash in the puddles you send,

Let me step out in faith on my journey

Not knowing what is around the bend.

Normal day let me work in my kitchen

With thanks for my daily bread

Let me never complain about shopping

Allow me to rejoice instead

That I can go out in my car and drive

And do the things that were missed

Let me hang out my laundry with pride

Let me feel myself sun kissed.

Normal day let me celebrate

The friendships that bring me peace

The love and the care and joy 

Of night times sweet release.

Normal day let me sleep in my own bed

With all the comforts of home,

Let me cherish so much of love and life

And friends who live over the foam.

Normal day let me sit at my beading
Or write letters to get in the mail
Let me enjoy the wonder of life
And friendships that will never fail.
Let me walk through damp grass
And feel the wind in my hair,
Let we wander at the seaside
And feel friendship's care.

Days that are full of struggles

Please allow me to cope with those,

Let me walk through my garden

And pick the last of the summer's rose.

Let me listen to music long into the night

And to cry as it touches my soul

Normal day - you are cherished

You allow me to be whole.

© Linda J. Vaughan

26th.April 2012

HOME AT LAST

HOME AT LAST.

Walking through the woods

At last on my way home

The winter wind is blowing

The sea is white with foam.

The fog at last is lifting

It's been hanging around for days

The earth is wet and musty

The horizon clearing through the haze.

Thoughts in my head are racing

Of warmth and tender care

Hot chocolate by the fireside

A warm bed and love to share.

Tendrils of my damp hair 

Blow cold across my face

I walk a little faster 

I need to be out of this place.

Soon the gate is visible

The vines silhouetted by the wall,

I really must be careful

Lest I trip and fall.

My heart is beating wildly

As the door is opened wide

Suddenly before me is the man

Who fills my heart with pride

The warmth of the room envelopes me

As he holds me in his arms

Once more I am captivated 

By his strong and manly charms.

I am glad this man is home at last

And will be travelling no more

The warmth of the home brings peace

And I gently close the door.

© Linda J. Vaughan

June 2008