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Leaving Friends (prose)
most difficult friend to leave
Leaving Home or Moving On?
..Shadows are falling and I've been here all day,It's too hot to sleep, Time is running away.
Feel like my soul has turned into steel. I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal.
There's not even room enough to be anywhere., It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
I've been to the bottom or a world full of lies. I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes.
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear, It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
(Not Dark Yet.,,, Bob Dylan)
Why oh why do I feel like the name of our dear friend and fellow hubber RUN DOWN BATTERY??
Shock, I suppose. Things happen unexpectedly.
It seems my time here has come to an end. I thought this never would happen,
My life on this beautiful island, what's gone wrong?
Well, 20 years in this wonderful place, 20 years I've tried to keep pace,
With all of the people who've needed my help, Children , the teens, the elderly too.
I should count my blessings. I've loved all this work.
Memories-----My young African girl unable to read, although in her 20s
Then her mum died. She leaned on me heavily.
I taught her to read and Oh! the joy on her face.
Now she's happy and married. I can leave. She's OK, but it's breaking my heart.
I think of the children , little ones all from India. 30 pairs of big brown eyes
looking at me and listening intently. Then UP! with their hands
when I'd thrown out a question..."Pick me, Aunt!".."Pick my hand, Aunt!"
How I love them.
Tired at night, I'd often go home, and sit, just relax in my own little dome,
Watching the palm trees sway in the breeze, Sunset lowering over shimmering seas.
How can I leave?
Oh! Dim !! Get a grip.! Move on.----Don't look back
Be an adult. No-one died. You haven't gone blind. Grow-up. Think ahead
New start. Different country. Now there's a thought. Are you trying to be funny?
Oh! Yes .. Go away from blue skies and sun. I'm not getting younger, but HERE I feel young.
Yes. I'll move on shall I? To Wales, to the rain? Or live near my daughter and suffer the pain
of arthritis that's worse where the weather is colder. She lives where it's cold.......
Ok . It's not Iceland.........But England far North...say no more just Brrrrrrrr......
Ah! My fabulous island, I don't want to leave. The cactus, the flowers,
Blue and green seas.. Volcanic island Mount Teide atop
Fantastic sights each day of volcanic rock.
Ah Well, Such is life. I can always re-visit. Fly over...see friends..feel jealous..HEY! a minute.
Dim , You are silly. are you forgetting something? Hubfriends all over..computer's the same.
Wherever you live. You can still play the game. Talk to Micky, the cyclist,
or Poetlorraine. Think of Justine or Wannabwestern. Tonymac lifts you up
and so does James Watkins. Come on ,now Dim . You can't name them all
Such is the list of new friends you've made. Just read Seasonings' poems and write more yourself.
Yes, I've truly been blessed with 20 years here.,The people I love I'll be sorry to leave,
but for goodness sake, Dim-------Are you lying in rubble? Are you starved or too thirsty?
Have you nothing to wear? . Well actually.....not needed a coat for so long.....
Maybe Frogdropping can help or, Ten Blogger for fashion. I'll need a new wardrobe!!
Yikes! Things looking brighter.....Shopping, yes shopping I've the perfect excuse...!
I've nothing for Britain in my wardrobe that suits.
The cold weather , the wind, snow and rain. I'd better get busy. Go shopping again.
Sorry BOB, It's not dark yet and it's NOT getting there........