My Poetry

My Dad

My Dad, My Dad
Was a hell of a man.
When he died,
He was a shell of a man.

Alzheimers took him
To a far away place
In a world of his own
In his own little space.

There were times he was lucid
And times he forgot
There were times he knew me
And times he did not

The memories flood in
My eyes fill with tears
I had lost the great man
I loved all these years.

Colours of Love

The colours of love are easy to see
they are exactly what you want them to be
they may be red, green or blue
or another, it all depends on you.
The colors I see are all colours of love
white, the circling dove
and the colour blue
which is how I feel when not with you
Black reminds me of those who are gone
red lets me know of those who live on
yellow is thought of when I'm afraid
but, green often leads the parade
So all nature's colours around and above
cover the earth in a pink ray of love
so, my friend isn't it plain to see
the colours of love are what you want them to be.

On colours

What is love to me?
Is love the colour blue?
Is it red, green or white?
No, love is simply you.