Sue Bardwell

A Thought?

I woke one mornin’ with a thought in my head
I’m sure it weren’t there when I went to bed
It stayed all day, it stayed all night
It’s really given me quite a fright!
I made some enquiries, I asked around
People just stared, some laughed or frowned
Where is it from this little bright spark
Wandering around, alone in the dark?
Somebody’s lost it, that’s for sure
I’ll go to a Doctor, he’ll know a cure
So off I trot, my thought and me
An appointment to make with my G.P
Next Friday’s the day, half past two
I hope to goodness he know’s what to do
I walked around for days on end
Getting quite used to my new found friend
Friday came round and off I went
To my Doctor, my thought to vent
“Sit down and tell me what’s on your mind”
(Such a nice bloke, patient and kind)
“’tis this thought I’ve been havin’, going round in my head –
I’ve had it there since I went to bed”
“It won’t go away, I think it is lost –
Can you help – how much will it cost?”
“I can help with your problem, my fee’s fifty pounds –
Now tell me my friend, does it make any sounds?”
“No sound does it make – fifty pounds is a lot!
but then it’s no problem ‘cos the thought I’ve forgot!!”

Gift of Love

The gift of love which you hold
is a fragile woven web
Mornings dew accentuates
but evenings breeze may ebb

Sparks of Desire

The sparks of desire ignite in the dark
Lighting the way on this trip we embark
A journey beginning, not looking to end
A gift to keep, not merely to end