Tuesday, May 31, 2011

So Little Done


This week, we are asked to use the last words spoken by Cecil Rhodes before his death in 1902
'So little done, so much to do!'


'So little done!' the housewife cries
As all around her chaos lies.
'Beds to make and food to cook;
Where did you put your library book?
Lunches to pack, and hair to brush,
Homework to check! All I do is rush!'

'So much to do' Grandfather sighs
'The days zoom past before one dies.
So many flowers and pretty faces,
Scenery, enchanting places,
So many things to see and do
I wish  had the same time as you.'


                                        Mary Westring


The umbilical cord
That links us to Reality
Has no cord.
Odd that!
The Great Womb
Called cyberspace
Is on the end of
That non-existent cord.
The Mother who nurtures us,
Talks to us,
Compliments us,
Reminds us,
Bolsters our confidence
And is our greatest friend.
The world is terrifying.
We are surrounded by the Unknowns,
Strange people mill about us.
We can avoid contact
By retaining our link
To the Great Mother.
'Keep close' she says.
'I speak with a thousand voices
But have no fear
For I am with you.
To prove that you exist.


1 comment:

Jess PJ said...

'So much to do' - a lovely take on the prompt, very thoughtful
The second one was exciting as well