“Orange Trees In the Rain”
This morning I was thinking a lot about the theme of ‘Home’ and then I saw the miserable rainy weather outside, so much like the spring weather in my native Ireland that I took a walk. Along the way I stumbled upon this avenue of orange trees so typical of my new home, and it struck me as a beautiful juxtaposition.
I wanted to write about my kid
But he’s so small
He’d fit in a lady’s handbag
And that’s not all
You could probably add water
And maybe a laptop too
That handbag could be carried
Without too much ado
But with him comes baggage,
Pram, cribs and bath
And a wardrobe the size
Of Canary bloody Wharf
The heating is going by
Night and by day
As to the stench of the nappies
I really can’t say
When I lost my sense
Of smell, it was near
To 5am Sunday,
I was nearly in tears
They say your life changes, and
you don’t know how much
That bringer of baggage
Your heart he will touch
He’s as cute as can be, while
He sleeps all day long,
And when he’s bawling his lungs out,
He’ll calm with a song
I wanted to write about
my new kid and me
I guess I have to end
With a rhyme for free.
Storm clouds gather in the north
The North Atlantic Drift’s in force
But the sun still shines down from the west
as i enter the sea to take a rest
The tide is close, but not too high
The shallows stretch for half a mile
This stretch of busy beach is mine
and the passers-by just nod and smile.
For there’s naught so good as clean sea air
To blow away impending doom
So here I will abide a while
before returning to my dank bedroom
The cliffs and rocks have a sallow hue
partaking of the late sun’s rays
It gives me pleasure, content, and peace
To write down that ‘pon which I gaze.
This was originally posted on dermohurley.blogspot.com on August 19 2011
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