my head is spinning
a dry wind's blowing
smoke of fires
mosquitoes biting
now
for the first time
i cannot handle
all that heat
tilly is on the plane
i worked all day
work work work
without a sister
here to help
cooking supper
i cannot handle
all that heat
roses blooming
the undergrowth
suddenly three feet tall
fresh green leaves
already grey
leaf-miners, or is drought?
i cannot handle
all that heat
i stay inside
i do not like that
but now you know
why i do miss ....:)
no!!!!
I'll smarten up
sit here quietly
watch my cats
all that heat
i am loving it
You cannot handle
ReplyDeleteall that heat
You love it
Anonymous said...
ReplyDeleteYou cannot handle
all that heat
i am think you
loving it
June 9, 2009 5:53 AM
Tilly gone. Son graduated. You cannot handle that. The heat is that.
ReplyDelete{{{Jozien}}} All that heat!
ReplyDeleteIt is so hard when people we love have to leave:(. I wish I had a sister.
Beautiful poem.
good that you still have the heat to embrace....And of course having good memories of more than a week with Tilly's company (and lots of partying)!
ReplyDeletebig hug!