These precious moments
Words by Tim Carter Illustrations by Anthony Oâ€™Callaghan
Contents And I am always with you
Somewhere on another plane
In the gallery
Wanting to love you
The passage of life
And on each day they had a choice
Itâ€™s gonna happen!
Like a child
Froze to the bone in my igloo home
What a cheek! What a liberty!
Shouting into the void
Enter the new day
The pain and the presence
Closer Sometimes it almost seems too much As if the two of us are joined into one Talking, joking, laughing, sharing, loving We follow each others lead without a prompt Time stands still Just for that moment And then it’s gone It can’t be held It can’t be kept Like trying to hold water in your hands When something slips through your fingers you know how precious it is Make me treasure these moments Make me search them out Make me believe in them
Somewhere on another plane She always smiles—Always It doesn’t seem to matter what she is dealing with, what she has been told Who wants something from her, good or bad She smiles—Always Sometimes you want her to react to exclaim that it isn’t fair that the man is an arse Or the woman’s motives are see-through Yet all she does is smile—Always And I begin to realise that the smiling doesn’t mean there is no judgement The smiling doesn’t mean there is no assessment The smiling doesn’t mean she doesn’t hold an opinion Yet she smiles and holds her peace long enough to be measured and respectful in her response She smiles—Always—And I want to learn from that Always. Smiling. Always.
The table And around the table they sat Looking, hoping, waiting No one knew what to say The words had been exhausted long ago All that was left was each other And in the quiet they could hear the silence The more they listened The louder it became Until the silence was louder than they could bear For within the silence Was the answer Shouting back at them
Little baby Little baby So demanding
Little baby Full of promise
Little baby So responsive
Little baby Desperately wanted
Little baby Always absorbing Little baby Gives so much Little baby Oh so vulnerable
Little baby Is only here for a while Little baby Canâ€™t stay little Little baby Make us realize how special you are Before weâ€™ve helped you to grow
No action Well I tried I really tried
And I know it is too soon to ask So I sit here wondering
But it wouldn’t happen today Maybe it was my fault What do you think? Did I do something different ? Was I rude? Did I miss something? Whatever it was you weren’t yourself You didn’t respond as I expected You made me question if I had got it all wrong – again
Waiting Pondering Worrying Hoping Asking Fill me with understanding Fill me with perceptiveness Fill me with peace
Just looking Look up Look down Look around Look in Look out Look about Look at her Look at him
Look in the mirror Look at the reflection Look at yourself And what do you see No What do you really see?
Wanting to love you The sound in the trees The noise of the wind rushing past the buildings The squawking of the birds overhead But the quietness of my head The brain never sleeping The complexity of what goes on up there The ineptitude of understanding each other Trying to pick up the clues
Often failing Asking for wisdom Looking to gain insight Desperately wanting to love you
Enter the new day And so I enter this day With new energy With sustenance and rest With quiet expectation And anticipation. What lies in wait and who am I going to come across? What is going to be said and what will I hear? What will I say and what effect am I going to have? Fill me with life, love and hope Help me to expect good things to happen Make me a creative force That I may end the day a better, more informed and wiser person than when I started.