love – Waking the Baby

Songs of Love

To the tip, my darling.

You could meet me at the tip my darling

By the sump oil or waste cardboard skip

For a long hug and a kiss my darling

It isn’t a very long trip

I’m sat in the garden my darling

With a book and enjoying the sun

I’ll meet you there my darling

I think it will be such fun

You weren’t at the tip my darling

There was no one to hug or to kiss

I just thought it a lovely idea

To add to our feelings of bliss

How I missed you my darling

And tried not think of our hug

So I dumped all my bits and my pieces

Along with a heart, too heavy to lug

Blame the sun my darling

Beaming all lovely and hot

I fell asleep my darling

I wasn’t that I forgot.

I’ve been to the tip my darling

I searched through all of the dross

And there was your heart my darling

Rescued and found by the boss

We’ll both go to the tip my darling

Thank the boss man for all of his trouble

And if all goes to plan my darling

We can kiss and hug by the rubble.

©JohnDaniels

Pete grew Hibiscuses and did a bit of painting and at his funeral service they read out ‘How would you paint me?’ by Christy Ann Martine and because of my own involvement with hand built ceramics it got me thinking about a version for sculptors. Here it is with apologies to Christy Ann Martine for appropriating her idea.

How would you sculpt me?

If you were a sculptor, how would you sculpt me?

With seasoned wood smelling of forests and a sinuous grain letting it guide you to where I am?

Would it be ancient rocks full of sea bed fossils to chisel day by day until you have defined our relationship?

Or would it be sensuous clay from out the earth moving as you mould and carve, your hands finding my presence is with you still,

and then take my likeness to the kiln and make permanent that which you have created?

Would it be that you look often fondly upon me in your home,

or perhaps in the garden among the plants and birds, or maybe

I would gather dust in some corner half forgotten?

But as for you, I will hold so very dear

Our precious memories with

Love.

©John Daniels

Love Weirdness

On the back of the Order of Service for my son’s wedding his wife had found a great quote:

“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird and when you find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.” – Dr Seuss

So here is an offering on this subject of a weird love story.

To the tip, my darling.