NO RULES
There are no rules,
I told them,
just love yourselves
and respect all others
to be, to do, to say,
whoever they are
So we pointed the Mini, west,
and hit the road where
we can only go forward,
because we couldn’t go back
to a shattered beginning,
to carry away the fragile output
of that relationship
On loan for a fortnight,
set loose in the west
with a sackful of sweets.
No plans, no rules,
a rudderless ship
in choppy waters,
ever onward.
Into a future
with bright days
and a mist
hovering on the horizon.
We laughed, we played
we saw the sights,
explored the Ailwee caves,
climbed the threatened
Mullaghmore
and perched, precariously
on the edge
of the Cliffs of Moher.
The edge of the world,
thinking life had ended,
when it had only just begun.
So I stopped myself
from crying,
learning,
if you cry,
you���ll get what you want
from Daddy.
Out of the mouths
of babes
who grow up to be mums

Published on January 14, 2015 03:22