It's a common tale I suppose. How those early days together turn into something else and all that was good and loving is lost. Why does that happen? As things become more familiar we are apt to stop seeing the beauty in them, and yet the beauty remains, in many cases increases even.
When Becky and I first got together we would often leave each other notes - this was before we had mobile phones - and I would write her little poems to make her smile when she would come home if I wasn't there. I remember one particular morning she was feeling a bit rubbish before going off to work. Monday morning blues perhaps? But anyway, before I left for work later that day, I wrote out a quick ditty for her to find when she got back, and which I hoped would put a smile on her face. It did, and she typed it up, printed it out and framed it. It sat out in that frame for perhaps ten years. I'm glad she liked it, that it made her smile and feel better. Anyway I can remember it off by heart, so I'll share it here.
I pondered on a poem,
to write for you to read.
Instead I've got some advice
which hopefully you'll heed.
When you're feeling littly,
and a tear comes to your eye,
fight the urge to lay down,
to weep,
to sob,
to cry.
Just think of mashed potatoes
and irridescent seas,
men with funny faces
and childrens knobbly knees.
Just do yourself a favour,
when you're feeling down,
get into a handstand,
and upside down that frown.
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