Dad

Dad

We sat together

Me on his knee,

And we talked of fairies and knights

And trips to the moon, 

And I knew

He always would love me.

We sat together

Round the kitchen table,

And we talked about school and exams,

And what to do when being bullied,

And I knew

He always loved me.

We sat together

On the garden bench,

I was now as tall as I ever would be,

In silence and shock,

And I knew

He always loved me.

We sat together,

He in his wheel chair

And we talked about everything

Even his fears,

And I knew

What it was to love.

I sit alone

Memories supporting me,

Of a man, his life and stories,

And his legacy,

And I know,

Inside me is someone worth love.

by Izzy Silver

Waiting.

Waiting

Patience is a virtue

Sadly absent

Waiting for academic scores

On which future studies depend,

Letter to clearing already written, 

Just in case.

Patience is a virtue

Somewhat sullied

Waiting for potential employers calls,

On which financial life depends,

Further applications already written,

Just in case.

Patience is a virtue

Sorely tested

Waiting for medical results

On which life depends,

Letters to loved ones already written,

Just in case.

Running low on patience.

Running low on options.

Running out of time.

Still waiting.

By Izzy Silver

Staying young

When I was young
Life seemed so full of choice,
And as a coil to be sprung
Or a choir in full voice,
All energy and volume raced,
To every chance and opportunity,
Each new experience embraced
Without a shadow of anxiety.

Young I wish my spirit stay,
However great my years.
To find the joy in each new day,
Storing memories as souvenirs.
Don't let routine or duty
Suppress my capacity for fun,
But instead see beauty and comedy
In everyday until lifes done.

by Izzy Silver

Perfect endings.

Perfect Endings

The perfect end to a long day.

Sitting in a patch of sunshine,

With a cup of tea,

And a garibaldi.

The perfect end to a long week.

Sitting in a patch of sunshine,

With a glass of wine,

And time to unwind.

The perfect end to a long year.

Sitting in a patch of sunshine,

With a flute of champagne

And a few more of the same.

The perfect end to a long life.

Sitting in a patch of sunshine,

With a head full of good memories

And a heart full of love.

By Izzy Silver

The meaning and value of life.

The news can be rather depressing and the more it becomes a list of  world atrocities and celebrity happenings the more it screws with societies understanding of the worth of the individual. This is something we should rile against. I think each life and individual is equally of value..... and so I wrote this poem.

Scales

I have seen great beauty

Drank deeply at the well of joy.

My kind deeds and words outnumber

Those I did enjoy.

And yet the bottom line in life,

My value and my worth,

Is measured by all Those who Are,

By what is in my purse.

Is the life of celebrities,

Millionaires and Kings and Queens,

Really that much more valuable,

Than those who live unseen.

The same sun shines on me.

The same rain quench my thirst.

I may be last and lowly,

But breathe the same air as the First.

Weighed upon life's scales

This life is worthless found,

But eternally we all weigh,

In dust, about a pound.

By Izzy.B.Silver