Complementary Energies ~ A Poem

[Julie]

Complementary Energies

Masculine ways to brighten our days

full of energy and ignited displays

Fireworks zing and zip through the darkest of skies

Mother beckons forth leaving a backdrop of apron ties

Tied to the mother for security and love

looking to father for gifts of the dove

Childhoods spent with adults and friends

in the house and the garden, imagination with no ends

I loved the soft times, sitting on my nan's comfy knee

looking at her hands, they held me free

Nan wore a pinny in pretty pink roses

she had sensible shoes as she had bunions on her toeses!

She made apple pies on the formica table top

Grandad cut the privet hedges...loppety lop!

Much of my childhood was spent in the garden

playing make believe, creativity never hardened

I used to load up the boot of my little blue bike

never thinking for a minute what was in my psyche

Simple was the play that provided day to day life

I played "being a nurse" making tea like a wife

I tended my dolls when they were in dolly hospital

dressing them up, there wasn't any hassle

Dressing up in my mother's patent red shoes

helping dad in the garden, never singing the blues

Being warmed by the fire, helping mum set the table

going round to my nan's, drawing  as well as I was able

It seems so long ago, when I played with my Sindy

watching things on TV like Mork and Mindy

Our lives change so much in the latter years

it seemed so much easier, but life still appears

There's an ebb and flow as the tides ride in and out

seasons of the moon is what life is about

Julie

October 2025

Masculine ways to brighten our days

full of energy and ignited displays

Fireworks zing and zip through the darkest of skies

Mother beckons forth leaving a backdrop of apron ties

Tied to the mother for security and love

looking to father for gifts of the dove

Childhoods spent with adults and friends

in the house and the garden, imagination with no ends

I loved the soft times, sitting on my nan's comfy knee

looking at her hands, they held me free

Nan wore a pinny in pretty pink roses

she had sensible shoes as she had bunions on her toeses!

She made apple pies on the formica table top

Grandad cut the privet hedges...loppety lop!

Much of my childhood was spent in the garden

playing make believe, creativity never hardened

I used to load up the boot of my little blue bike

never thinking for a minute what was in my psyche

Simple was the play that provided day to day life

I played "being a nurse" making tea like a wife

I tended my dolls when they were in dolly hospital

dressing them up, there wasn't any hassle

Dressing up in my mother's patent red shoes

helping dad in the garden, never singing the blues

Being warmed by the fire, helping mum set the table

going round to my nan's, drawing  as well as I was able

It seems so long ago, when I played with my Sindy

watching things on TV like Mork and Mindy

Our lives change so much in the latter years

it seemed so much easier, but life still appears

There's an ebb and flow as the tides ride in and out

seasons of the moon is what life is about

Julie

October 2025