“Masks”

Turn on the light and the just woke up morning mask appears.
When looking at a loved one, the loving mask shines.
Bump into one another, the apologetic mask is there.
Hear a joke that tickles the funny bone, laughter’s masks giggles out.
Learn about a loss, and tears mask the way.
Hold a baby for the first time, glowing the mask is.
Finding a clue to quieten the curiosity mask.
Cuddling returns that soft-featured mask.
Kisses on the forehead soften the anguished mask.
Sparks of energy teasingly spread the awed mask.
Musical reminders pull the fondest mask.
Showing appreciation draws the kindest mask
Complimenting a trait fills the blushing mask with reddish colours.
Concern creates that frowning mask.
Disbelieve raises the eyebrows of any mask.
Sudden pain can bring out the scrunched up mask.
Hugging is such a comfortable mask.
Meeting someone new shows the friendly mask.
Mask on the wall, floor, boxes and even the table.
Will the masks ever leave?
Will you get beyond the masks you see?
Will you take the time to learn my special masks?
Why do you have different masks to mine?
Do you hide some for those moments alone?
If I drop all my masks will you do the same?
Turn out the lights and all masks fall away.

“Olden”

Words often used, never to grow tiresome,
Pages spread in an open book,
Works yellowed with age,
Smiles that never lose that sparkle,
Longing for the refreshments of years ago,
Memories of children games, laughter abound,
Songs, tunes and melodies flutter around,
Pictures, photo’s on the wall, long ago dusty,
The soft scent of blossoms in far off corners,
Flavours of comfort food, swirl across taste buds,
Tattered teddy bears, in the corner of the room,
Moon-kissed dream-catchers, sway in the windless air,
Sunlight streaming through faded curtains,
Magnets on the purring fridge door,
Postcards of travels gone by,
Coloured pencils, sharpened to a stub,
Tears stains on a sun kissed face,
Nose prints on the cracked window,
Hearing the voice of someone gone,
These are moments never old, never gone,
Thank thee for the old and new,
For changes hurts less for some,
Olden of spirit, yet full of youth.
Olden we have become, only in body, not inside.
Olden memories to keep, till next, we meet.