Tic Toc Baby (for Wendy)

a poem by Lady Shaula Salathe, Australia - poetry writer, author, poet

Tic - - Toc - - Ba a by - -
I know may be
sometimes in nature
things just don’t grow…

I know fruit trees
grow apples without seeds
sometimes the peaches
are solid all through

and animals in twos or threes
have puppies and kittens that just can’t breathe
and I understand that absence of breath
is just quiet death

and peo---ple too -
nothing that we ---can do
sometimes a tiny angel grows only so far……
and I can fight -
and say it’s just not right
but then in my garden, it’s there for me to see
and so my own little angel
I give thanks for the only gift you could have given me


One precious gift from the gods in the heavens above
One precious gift I can take and turn back to love
One precious gift that I hold the treasure is worth
You came along on the day before my own birth
And so every year on my birthday I’m linked up with you
And so I don’t need to try to remember that you
Are here in my heart to travel my days with me
Little angel your gift of a birthday - so precious to me

You — know — I — try—
to find— reasons to get— by
and sometimes I struggle
and sometimes fall

And time’s not a straight line
So I don’t know if I’ll be fine
But I’m older and wiser
and that can’t be bad

and Shiva you goddess of death and destruction,
please shine a light for my reconstruction
So I can build up
where my heart has fallen down

and sometimes I fight a darkness internal
while I fight against forces eternal
and sometimes Spring is hard,
with blossoms all around

and peo---ple too -
nothing that we ---can do
sometimes a tiny angel grows only so far……
and I can fight -
and say it’s just not right
but then in my garden, it’s there for me to see
and so little angel
I give thanks for the only gift you could have given me


One precious gift from the gods in the heavens above
One precious gift I can take and turn back to love
One precious gift that I hold all the treasure is worth
You came along on the day before my own birth
And so every year on my birthday I’m linked up with you
And so I don’t need to try to remember that you
Are here in my heart to share in the laughter and fun
Little angel your gift of a birthday - we are one



Copyright 2016

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