While I could say
That the sweetest sound
I long for
Is the voice of the one I love
Or the sound of my sister's feet
Sliding down the steps
Or my parent's wisdom,
The one I love the most right now
Is the lovely intonation
Of boiling water ready for tea

(Sorry, no Halloween themed poems for you! the Muse is not in such a mood.)

When Did I Grow Up?

When did I grow up?
When did I cease
To be a child?
When did I grow up?
When did I head out
Into the wild?

When did I grow up?
When did I start
To face my fears?
When did I grow up?
When did I learn
To hide my tears?

A poem to chase the tears away.
A poem to bring the smiles around.
A poem to start the break of day.
A poem to send the sadness down.

I need one of those;
I want one of those.
I shall wander through Psalms,
Burrow through all I know
Until I find that rainbow
That follows the tears of parting.

The leaves are leaving,
Fluttering to the ground
To lie like limpid shapes
On the damp ground.

There's a statisfying sound
When they're kicked up
And they rustle and cling
To your shoes for a mite.

Pick up the dry pretty ones
And stick them under or in
A heavy book to press them.
Hurry, before the leaves leave.

Aches and pains
From dancing
And bowling.

Ah,
But it was
A wonderful weekend,
Though it made
Me miss my friends.

Good thing
That soon I can
Return home
And eat frozen
Cake saved for me.

Happy Birthday to my sister,
The one I love so well,
Happy Birthday to my sister,
Of her joys I hope to tell.

Her sweet and winning smile,
Her humor oh so brash,
Sister turned eighteen today
She growing up quite fast.

I'm going to make
Songs about being alone
My theme songs now.

Look at my face.
Regarde mon visage.
Amst I bovvered forsooth?
Face bothered?
Bothered face?
I ain't even bovvered.

Jimmy cracks corn
And I don't give a damn
Because my tea's getting cold
And I'm out of chocolate.

My stream of consciousness
Is less awesome
Than T.S. Elliot's.
He must've had more tea
And better angst.