Anger and Pride

To claim she never got angry or upset

Is to state a lie or purposely forget.

The issue is never that she did,

The question is always why she did.

A broken promise, an indifferent act,

Will anger her, that is always a fact.

People who thought she was naïve,

Will the whip of her tongue justly receive.

A beautiful flower so elegant and slick,

Yet touch her wrongly and she will prick.

No kinder heart you will ever see,

Yet hurt her pride and you better flee.

Don’t try to hold her with lock and key,

This lady was born to be always free.

First Encounter

The evening was cold without any snow,

Her eyes did twinkle her face did glow,

A hypnotic smile did her features show.

Elegantly dressed in taste and style,

Her beauty did paralyse me for a while.

She starts to speak, and her voice is low,

The words she utters do smoothly flow.

She told me all that I needed to know,

From then and thereafter I loved her so.

Fast Lane

A doctor must cure her when she is ill,

Not with advice but the appropriate pill.

Life is too precious for her to waste,

Listening to a lecture on how it to taste.

Patience may be a virtue but not for her,

She is not a kitten don’t expect her to purr.

She is on the move come rain or snow,

She has no interest in anything that is slow.

She is full of surprises and was always so,

A force of life that puzzled friend and foe.

If you’re not too clever or not too fast,

Don’t try to befriend her it will not last.

I had the privilege half her life to share,

It was full of adventure, love and care.

See her Memorials and on her photos stare,

This poetry is written for a woman so rare.

Our First Cooked Meal

No restaurants today was her declared wish

She wanted to cook for me a special dish

To Selfridges we went to buy some fish

What was on display she started to screen

She chose the one she wanted them to clean.

To the flat we returned for her to commence

Her kitchen, I was warned, has an imaginary fence

“Stay away from the kitchen you make me tense”

I did as she asked, smiled, and gave no defence.

After thirty minutes she emerged very pleased

“ You can walk into the kitchen” she now teased.

An hour passed while a card game we played,

The dish is now ready and the table was made.

She decided to feed me with her hand at first,

For her love and attention I had great thirst.

The meal was delicious and the chatter superb,

My elation and happiness was impossible to curb.

How can I forget our first home meal together

That taste of fish will remain with me forever.

Brighton

To Brighton we travelled by a luxury car

Our first trip together out of London afar.

The hotel we chose was five stars graded

Our request for a Seaview was clearly stated.

The promenade is where we daily walked,

Toffee apple she ate as we together joked.

Happiness did shine, our love was intense,

We each had a past and a history so dense,

Yet being together did to us make sense.

She by intuition and I through thought,

A life together for ourselves we bought.

Read all the poems and you will know,

Why my love for her will forever grow.

Her body did leave but her spirit is here,

We walk together along Brighton’s pier.

Wild Side Of Life

The motto by which

Our path you steered

Was life is to be tasted

And should never be feared

Obstacles you said

As you laughed and cheered

Are only put there

So as to be cleared

You taught me daily

As my lover and wife

How to happily dance

On the wild side of life

Together

Your name became

The song that I sing

It matches the thrill

Your smile does bring

Your intuitive mind

Never let you down

Free to choose was

Your priceless crown

Happily we walked

A path we chalked

On the road of life

As husband and wife

Thirty six years passed

Us huddled together

Planning for tomorrows

That would last forever

The thrill that I felt

The first day we met

Intensified itself

With every sunset

Our days were sunny

Our sky was blue

Some days it rained

But very few

Life did smile

For me and you.

Bubble

I dreamt you asked me how am I

In a poem, my darling, I will reply

A bubble around me I did create

So my sad emotions I can sedate

Its surfaces are bright and wide

Poems and photos on every side

Into this enclosure I daily glide

Feeling your presence at my side

Beautiful, elegant and full of pride.

Illusion they are, many will say,

Yet I hug them dearly every day.

Time I am told will heal for sure

Life In my bubble is my only cure.

Villa Surprise

I told her once about a Christmas tree

My father yearly did decorate for me

From that day on with love did she

Make me a tree to enjoy and see.

I told her once of a house on a cloud

No rooms no doors but space abound

She built me one, it made me proud

We lived in it away from the crowd.

When she left to the place in the sky,

A Memorial it became as my goodbye.

If you read the poems that are there

And on her photos, you carefully stare

You would see a lady unique and rare.

Two Pillars

Each other’s privacy

We always protected

Our possessions we

Separately documented

Stand-alone pillars

Yet always connected

Being always together

Is what we selected

We rarely behaved like

What traditions expected

The choices we made

Could not be predicted.

No biological offsprings

Did you and I have

Yet some did chose

To call us Mum and Dad

Teaching and love

From us they had.

Cyprus

Two months in Cyprus each year we spent

Hilton and Four Seasons we did frequent.

I had work there, you had your niece,

The fun we enjoyed did never cease.

From London we flew when time was due,

To London we returned just me and you.

Up in the clouds we talked and laughed,

The world by the collar we always grabbed.

Your presence beside me was all I wanted,

Minutes together I cherished and hunted.

Cyprus my darling was not special to me,

What was special was the presence of thee.

Geneva

In Geneva we had a thrilling time,

You spoke the language I did the mime.

Rue de Rohn was our chosen street,

My office was there where we daily meet.

The hotel we stayed overlooked the lake,

Restaurants we chose served chips and steak.

No day passed by that was not fun,

No matter if the day had rain or sun.

The days my lovely would come and go,

Deeper and deeper did my love grow

You were to me, and you will always be,

The one who taught me how beauty to see.

Her Trees

Small trees she planted

In our garden one fall

With the hope they become

Both large and tall.

We watched them grow

From fall to fall.

Ten years passed by

Those trees she planted

Are now large and tall.

To the doors of heaven

She received her call

I wish those trees

Were still just small.

Our Song

We sang a song of joy and hope

We climbed together every slope

Everything was within our scope

Never did we say we will not cope.

Tomorrow will follow each today

Forever young we decided to stay.

Destiny laughed and had its say

March the third was her final day

Even in a grave as she silently lay,

You hear her sing “I did it my way”

Land of Dreams

Children to her presence gyrate,

Love and affection she does vibrate.

Grownups try to seek her attention,

Only a few can make that connection.

The needy she does try to support,

But only based on terms she thought.

In her good books if you aim to stay,

Do not from her set lanes stray.

If she perceives that you are a foe,

Forgiveness she will rarely show.

My sweetheart is from a land of dreams,

Where right and wrong are clearcut themes.

Let me be

Hoping to cause my grief to flee

Science wanted to console me

On the death of my beloved she

His statements were only three

Atoms from her every breath

Photons from her every smile

Waves from her every sound

These, he said, are still around.

I looked Science in the eye

So he could my feelings see

And said to my trusted friend

Don’t ask me how but so is she

Now walk away and let me be

The feeling that she is around

Is like a shroud covering me

Happy Days

A home at Hyde Park is where we lived

Our shopping at Queensway we daily did.

At Oxford Street our happy day begun

Selfridges by taxi was a very short run.

The Royal China is where we daily eat

Dim Sum at lunch both salty and sweet.

Our afternoons are at Westfield mall,

Leisurely visiting each shop and stall.

Laughing, joking and mimicking in jest

Always together and away from the rest.

Puzzled she chooses one of two vests,

I add to the basket the one she had left.

A jacket she found that was a bit tight,

We actively pursue the one that is right.

The time was ripe to return to our home

But not before a stop at Whitely’s dome.

A choice needs to be made on our supper

Which takeaway today this or the other

London October 2023

London asked me if you are returning to join me after a while

When I sadly replied no its streets became troubled and hostile

Selfridges and Harrods turned dark in the absence of your smile

Westfield Mall appeared puzzled seeing me alone in its aisle

Royal China draped our usual table with a black cloth for a while

We miss her too, yelled London, for she had beauty and style

London, my adorable Saadia, is in love with you in her every mile.

Lunch at Mazagan

Lunch at George was our usual meet,

Buda Bar was our summer treat,

Always together our lunch we eat.

Your chosen dish must always be there,

No Cook can claim he is not aware.

You’re always polite and always fair,

Happiness around you filled the air.

Now that you are in heaven’s care,

Lunch with angels is what you share.

Master Cook

A toy kitchen was from her father a gift,

Utensils, an oven and a spoon with tilt.

With zeal she played and was nimble and swift.

She grew up to become a very talented cook,

Tasty dishes she never copied from any book.

Those restaurants at which we regularly ate,

Their cooks did ask for her opinion straight.

A dish she liked with words she will say so,

If she did not, a silent smile will let them know.

No matter the country their dish was from,

A similar dish from her kitchen would come.

This talent she had did from intuition grow,

Like her many talents that I adorably saw.

She mastered any task she decided to do,

Such blessing is given by God to very few.

Now that my lovely to the heavens belong,

Her memory lives through poems and song.

Hyde Park

Picnic at Hyde Park was the plan

Her kitchen preparation then began.

I argued for takeaway sandwiches instead

She looked at me and her face was red

Nothing further on the subject was said.

Meatballs in French bread was her first dish

Accompanied by sliced loaf with tuna fish.

Each sandwich was artistically made

With lattice and cucumbers perfectly laid.

A side dish of coleslaw she also prepared

Fluffed in mayonnaise and with basil sprayed.

I was invited to taste her sugary drink,

It was a lemonade coloured in pink.

Her jeans she wore with matching shoes

My wrong choice of blanket had no excuse.

On the grass we settled in a secluded place,

Until some kids decided near us to race.

We laughed and joked as we drank and ate

Like two people in love on their first date.

My Beloved She

In numbers and faces she has no match

Your fast throw she will always catch.

Don’t try to fiddle when she is involved,

Her anger will bubble your plan will not hold.

Any trick you master, through it she’ll see

Nothing can prevent her from being free

No one does own her, not even me.

Devotion to truth is her trusted key,

Pride and liberty are what makes her ‘she’

Love and trust are what she had for me.

Forever Smitten

Close your eyes and just imagine

A beauty full of love and passion

Dressed in style and subtle fashion

She smiles at you in a way unseen

You suddenly halt like a dud machine

On yesterdays you are no more keen

Nor on places you have before been.

You used to think you knew the score

But who you were you are no more.

You wait for what will happen next

There is no guide, message or text.

Luck smiled, your destiny was written

With her love you are forever smitten.

Thirty six years of happiness and bliss

Every second of which you dearly miss.

Super Saadia

It is the case, and always true

Usual rules do not apply to you.

People who link to thee can see

Someone special, clever and free.

They will accept for you to do

What no other is allowed like you.

When by a rule you did not abide

You did so with finesse, skill and pride.

Don’t ask me how or even when,

But she and I will break rules again.

Her body has gone but she is here,

Teaching me how no rule to fear.

Surbiton

To Surbiton we went my parents to see

They happily met us with joy and glee

They treasured their lovely daughter to be

Mesmerised like all by the beauty they see

That gorgeous Saadia always lively and free.

A restaurant on the river we have our lunch

Laughing and joking like any friendly bunch

My Father talks about the ducks he feed

My Mum describes a jacket from tweed

They love how you listen to their chatter

As if what they say does really matter

Each visit to Surbiton invited another

Autumn, winter, spring and summer.

These days are gone and yours are too

Restoring them with a poem is all I can do.

The Garden

I saw a flickering light in the sky,

Could that be my sweetheart winking at me?

I felt a breezy movement in the air,

Could that be my sweetheart waving at me?

I heard a sound of rustling leaves,

Could that be my sweetheart whispering to me?

There is a smile in the heavens

My sweetheart is always alive in me.

Saadia’s Glittering Garden

From far away her garden does glitter

Whether it is spring, summer or winter.

It shines to say here resides the queen

A beauty like hers was rarely ever seen

A mind that sparkles, on results so keen

A spirit so generous and never mean

Stare and focus at that shiny scene

You will understand what I do mean.

The heavens did open; her body gone

Yet her memory lingers on and on

Goodbye is what I refuse to say

I’ll behave as if she is here to stay

It may appear that I have lost my way

But to me things are as clear as day

She is not made from bones or from clay

But from a soul that you cannot ever slay

Her spirit is with me, it’s never away

From that strong belief I’ll never stray.

The Sky

When I looked to the sky

Her lovely face I did see,

With her adorable smile

She gazed lovingly at me.

An illusion you may say

Logically that may be

Yet when I looked again

She did wink at me.

My spirit started to dance

From rationality I am free

Her lovely face in the sky

I am blessed to always see.

Tokyo

You went happily to Tokyo with me

A factory I built I wanted you to see.

No matter where in Japan you went

Your beauty did stun anyone we met.

To Beppu we travelled in mountains afar

You were treated there like a movie star.

Wherever we went you were elegantly dressed

In character and tone you were always the best.

Our trip to Tokyo no one will ever forget,

You sparkled and shone like a sun in a net.

The time did come for you ‘Tokyo’ to leave,

All that remains is sorrow, sadness and grieve.

Travel Shopping

Her choice of clothes was elegant and classic,

Whatever she wore the impact was dramatic.

Four garments she liked, one I was to choose

I selected the one that was fluffy and loose.

As she moved on to other choices to make,

I added the three she liked but didn’t take.

She looks at the basket and sees what I did,

She smiles at me as if I was a naughty kid.

To the shoe department we now proceed

In finding a suitable pair we do succeed.

Style is important but comfort is a must

The pair we find in its comfort we trust.

Three of the same I insist that we buy

She reluctantly agrees with a hesitant sigh.

To our hotel we return for rest and tea

Packages in hand from our shopping spree.

An additional suitcase now needs to be

I think may be two; tomorrow we will see.

Saadia’s Horses

On a road which you regularly take

Horses cross for their morning break

They move ignoring all cars but yours

But once you are seen the horses pause

Their jockeys on their stirrups stand

Each jokey smiles and waves his hand

They are happy to see your smiling face

They feel like winners of an important race

Your stunning beauty makes them feel

Ready to face their chores with zeal

I felt the same with your every kiss

Life in your presence was such a bliss

I believe so strongly in my every strand

That God on your face did wipe his hand.

The Jewel

There was a jewel that was so rare

That is now in heaven, in God’s care

By keeping her memory always alive

Allows my spirit to flourish and thrive

Traditions of sorrow I will not heed

Saadia is with me in word and deed

Memorials for her I will always build

I see her smile in every one that I did

There is no reason ambition or cause

That will make me stop or even pause