Thirty-five years proud

Thirty five years to this day
the snow lay on the ground
and I walked proud through Brighton
with no-one else around
Still then in my late twenties
new life I'd seen that morn
when in the early hours
our Emily Rose was born
And though some time has passed since then
I still write proud with prose
on another February morning
a most 'Happy Birthday' Rose

©Jemverse

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The found to the seeker

I looked and I found
the word that was lost
and despite everything
it was worth all the cost
for this word is the essence
the 'je ne sais quoi'
the one with a nod
you will say an 'aha'
and with kindred spirit
agree here with me
the word was worth finding
quite wholeheartedly

For it says everything
without substance or flair
about all that is good
and captured right there
It encapsulates all
seeking no recognition
no praise or aplomb
no prize or commission
It simply does all
it's intended to do
and needs no permission
from me or from you

For despite what we thought
it is ever there
the found to the seeker
with something to share

©Jemverse

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Reunion II

The light outside intense today
rain threatened but despite
all that I am yet buoyant
now the mornings here from night

A word of explanation is
quite needed there of course
and I am happy to oblige
for feelings of remorse

As today, a Friday morning
a long weekend it starts for me
with reunion long awaited
of two friends flamboyantly

So today I'm in high spirits
with anticipation for
that time come Monday evening
when we shout the loud encore

©Jemverse

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