Reminders of you are everywhere

In the varied regions, the sunny shores and deserts laid bare;

 

The warmer climes, the rainy days whereever I go, it brings me reminders of you both.

 

Was it during the evening dinner when first I cried or in the morning breakfast hour that

I thought I had died?

 

I remember now it was the breakfast hour when the kindness of a stranger turned my stomach so sour

It wasn't her but her friendly face beaconed me to unravel and try hard to trace

what had brought me to Spain so far from my home

 

I told her, this stranger; how far we roam

Just to escape the constant pain we live each day

Each empty hour you are away from us

 

Her final judgement I'll never know......

After hearing my side of this horrendous freak show

called my life

 

Only knowing the warmth as my tears filled her up

Like the heat of  a  yellowed tiny buttercup

In the Park, of  so long ago;

 

In Cairo once when on the Nile

I did the same - the same refrain

 

You were then all of 3 months old

And again I fell apart so far from my home

 

That time it was the dinner hour

 

In Istanbul you were just turning 3

It had been 3 whole years since this Middle Eastern fall of mine

When I fell again into a dealthy pall of my own mortality

 

But Istanbul was different as I laid to waste

 

Differently then was  this tune'

 as it was my own love's face

He joined me in my hour of sorrow

As we both clung and prayed for a new tomorrow

 

With you..........