an old friend

love isn’t an exact science
an equation extrapolated
and proved
it is the coat we borrow
when we are cold
or the hand pulling us back
from the edge
it is the kiss
we do not expect
but at the moment
we need it the most
it does not own you
nor does it allow itself to be owned
you can call all your angels
and pray to all your gods
but love listens only to the lonely
and the lost
and it always arrives like an old friend
who we thought after so many years

had forgotten us

28^th February 2009

12 days to go

she can’t sleep
tiny footsteps race across the floorboards
the bedroom door opens cautiously
and a tiny figure climbs into bed
her little head rests on my pillow
“I can't sleep, Daddy."
“I know."
I kiss her forehead
and carry her back to her room
I promise to stay
I promise to wait until she falls alseep
it takes the promise of Christmas
and a string of gold coaches
racing colours around her room
to finally close her sleepy eyes
it takes only the thought of Christmas
to open them



11.30pm 12th December 2003
(My daughter, Madison, who just couldn't sleep)

makes sense to me

the first words you ever typed

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but dad helped
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all makes perfect sense to me.

17^th June 2002 (my daughter and a keyboard)