The Poems of David Garlick
I was sitting by a river, shaded by a tree. There I wept, for my lover, who’d deserted me. My heart heavy, all seemed hopeless, tears flowed endlessly. Like the river that I sat by, beneath the willow tree. Then a songbird came enquiring, head cocked, he looked at me. And his eyes […]
Through weaving heads I waved at her. Through little fingers she blew a kiss. Bright eyes held mine, till crowd eclipsed, new sights stole her away. So this is what a grand father is. So this is what a grandfather feels. Deep sad loss but somehow glad, that one so young can reach across […]
There is no end to a mother’s love. There are no sanctions on generosity of spirit. There are no measures for sharing love. There is no gauge for doing your best. There is always forgiveness for those who ask. There is no better peace than in understanding. There is no finer pleasure than sharing. There […]
I sometimes wonder if you understand me, when I say that I love you? But then I wonder if I understand you when you purr and gently lick my chin. Perhaps I do and it makes me glad. David Garlick, Sidney, January 2004