'My favourite thing is you.'

(i apologise in advance for the sacrilege this may be to Rodgers & Hammerstein... but, it seemed right at the time... oh, and don't do it to the tune... it doesn't work!) *s* Raindrops on roses and, Whiskers on kittens, Another old rhyme, That’s already been written. So why do you find, The necessity now, To sit there so needy, And scrawl all this down?! Bright copper kettles and, Warm woolen mittens, I’m still wondering how, Still you are sitting. Writing once more, And time and again, Leaving a mark, That eventually wanes. Brown paper packages, Tied up with strings, These are a few, Of my favourite things. But not for me they’re not. My favourite thing is you. You always seem to be there, To slowly get me through. Cream colored ponies and, Crisp apple strudels, I’m finding it hard, To be honest and truthful. What is it about me, You don’t want to touch? I’m with you so closely, But it’s never enough. Door bells and sleigh bells and, Schnitzel with noodles, Can’t find a rhyme, So I’ll simply say, ‘poodles’. A pointless slow journey, With close to no end, But still everyday, I’m with you my friend. Wild geese that fly, With the moon on their wings, These are a few, Of my favourite things. But, no, not for me. My favourite thing is you. Even though I never speak, You always talk me through. Girls in white dresses, With blue satin sashes, You never wear things, That are perfect matches, But that doesn’t matter, For what’s underneath, Is flawless, and whole, So strong and at peace. Snowflakes that stay, On my nose and eyelashes, A brilliant example, Of how every day is, Simple but wearing, A chore just to see, The person you are now, What does that make me? Silver white winters, That melt into springs, These are a few, Of my favourite things. But, not for me, My favourite thing is you. Perhaps in time you’ll notice, How you get me through. When the dog bites, I try to remember, The fun that I had, And never the fights. When the bee stings, I try to remember, The heart that still lingers, And what tomorrow may bring. When I’m feeling sad… I try to remember, The person inside me, You are, all I have. I simply remember my favourite thing... And then I don’t feel so bad. Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 01:34 AM PST, harry luck    0 • 10