Saturday, 27 August 2011

I. L. Y.



A gift for you these three small words I offer,
not looking for an answer
nor for you to proffer
anything,
not comment, good or bad, 
nor look, nor touch,
or even to acknowledge 
that you heard.

Freely said with no conditions, strings attached or 
expectation of 
reciprocation 
for I am allowed to give
of anything I wish 
and do not look 
for a return.

No childishness or hidden meaning holds,
for I am grown up now, and 
someone old as I
knows well 
they cannot keep these words for use,
no benefit accrues to me 
in owning them.

No disappointment, sulks or tears will follow, for
I do not speak to hear,
only just 
to let them go,
like little birds, whose fate 
is out of my control
when they fly free,
to let you know,

three

        little

words


4 comments:

  1. Great poem. So well written, I particularly enjoyed the lines:

    'expectation of
    reciprocation '

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  2. thanks Martin, Becca and Jack.

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