The map of her face Is something I carry in my mind The softness of her cheek The kiss that leaves me breathless The lack of stillness when she is near The vast silence when she has gone Leaving hope like a flag, waiting for her return Sparrows whispering in the hedgerows Waiting, wondering when the music will begin again… ©AnitaDawes2022
Under dark skies I hang
Nearer to earth, I
Dare to step where man has stood
Energy swirling, screaming, waiting
Reaching, wondering are we better
than some of our parts?
Caring little for the answer
Under cover of darkness
Reaching out, mind
Running, searching for that silver smile
Every face grim, eyes dull
Nearer now to earth, I find
the one true light of her eyes…
©AnitaDawes2022
Last Night’s Dream
My youngest son ran off across the park
I thought he won’t go far
He crossed the bridge
Over a large pond, the water almost black
I am screaming now, Stop!
Too late, he falls in
With me a second behind him
I dive in, fully clothed, visibility poor
I could just make out
the form of a small body
Grabbing hold of an arm
Letting go swiftly, telling myself
Not that one, he’s dead
Grabbing a second floating arm
I pulled my son to the surface
I gave him my breath
Pushed against his heart
So limp in my arms but alive
Later I got to wondering
Did I save a soul from a different lifeline?
As my own son has never fallen in a pond
He is in his fifties now and doing well…
© anita dawes 2020
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 