Oh Beloved

Little one sat down at a desk 

With a list

“Beloved”

“Favourite”

“Pick”

Choose the one. 

Choose a few of your favourite 

Things 

“It’s the topic” 

Blank page 

Air 

Nothing. 

“Why?” 

“How can I?

The world is too full 

My head is many thoughts 

My favourite depends on who is there 

What the weather’s doing 

If I’m feeling happy today

Or not. “

Blank page.

Air, nothing 

Busy thoughts. 

Knitted brow. 

“Keep talking …”

“How can I?

The world is too 

Up and the world is too down.

My favourite smell is grass cut 

Under the sun but my favourite feel

Is long grass licking my ankles. 

There’s too many ups 

Too many downs for 

A favourite.

It’s not my favourite to 

Disturb all the creatures 

But my favourite feeling

Is rolling down hills. 

Blank Page 

Air, nothing. 

Busy thoughts 

Knitted brow

Keep talking….

My favourite cake is 

One we had for someone 

Who is gone now. 

It’s not my favourite on the down 

It’s my favourite on the up day. 

Is that still my favourite? 

Should I have a new favourite? 

Because every new one 

doesn’t taste the same as remembering. 

Write it down. 

The up, down, busy thoughts, favourite, not so favourite cake day. 

Sing it loud, sing it soft, the up day, down day busy mind way 

The grass that licks your ankles, the push and pull of choosing, 

Dance it up day, down day, spin around and start anew day. 

Oh beloved your way is perfectly imperfect.