Thursday, 6 September 2012

For my Lovely PT


We’ve known each other for a long time and though I’ve changed over time the years have never touched you the way they have me. You are still…..well the word that comes first to mind is beautiful: definitely beautiful. Some might not agree but you are beautiful. You always will be. You’re much older than me but you look amazing, even after all these years. I love the shape of each perfect limb and the strength in you. You move with such grace, such gentleness and yet you have a wildness to you, a need to be free. You dance as if to the most beautiful music: to the song of the sea wind. 

I know your skin isn’t the way it was when you were young. That doesn’t matter. I love the feel of you in my hand, the way you sometimes shiver if I touch you or sigh softly when I’m close and the way I’m always aware of your presence when I’m near you. I love your aloofness, your lofty disdain for the insignificant things that worry me. I love the way you speak. You say nothing and I hear you inside. You whisper and I have to stop whatever I’m doing to catch what you are trying to say. I love our moments together, a sunny afternoon or shared autumn evening in the cool of the garden. Sometimes I just have to sit beside you. It calms me just to be near. 

I love the things you give. They're precious to me no matter how often – or rarely – you might be able to part with them. I’ve tried to take good care of you over the years but I’m awkward at times. I’ve never been confident that way. You understand – don't you. You’ve been so forgiving. I don’t spend as much time with you as I should but you’re always there and that makes me happy. I smile each and every time I see you. I look forward to coming back to you again. I can't imagine being without you.

More than that: I think a wee bit of me loves you. 

I'd never tell you though.
 
You’re just an old pear tree.

 

See you later.

 

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14 comments:

Indigo Roth said...

Sentimental old sod!

(Get a room!)

Alistair said...

Ach come on.....

All good fun!

dbs said...

I wonder what that pear tree would write about you. Maybe that's your next post?

Alistair said...

Inytiguing thouhght dbs. I doubt shr'd be so complimentary, Probably something along the lines of "Oi! You! Give me some feed will ya?"

Bovey Belle said...

Cleverly written Al. I was thinking, who the hell is PT? I'll put it down to the bottle of rather good red my husband and I quaffed last night to celebrate our son's homecoming from Europe.

Alistair said...

:-D

Can't beat a wee family reunion can you.

Hope he had a good time {and that you recover quickly. lol}

Twisted Scottish Bastard said...

Awww. You poor old sentimental fool you.

Actually, I like the comment form DBS.

What would PT say to you.

I think it would be something rather maudlin, like:
"STOP EATING MY BABIES YOU BASTARD"

Isn't sentiment wonderful?

Alistair said...

Probably exactly what she'd say TSB. lol

Eolist Petite said...

awwwww.... <3

Alistair said...

I know - sad......

Anonymous said...

Would that you thought about me in that way - other than the older than you bit..... lol

Alistair said...

This wouldn't begin to scratch the surface - but you know that already, don't you.

Rebecca S. said...

Loved reading the comments, particularly from 'anonymous.' Haha.

Alistair said...

Hehehe. I enjoyed them too Rebecca. Escecially the 'anon' one.....

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