Entwining through forgotten hemispheres. 

What now of lovers forgotten stem

that roots me to the essence of them

On kisses brow, 

not then, 

not morrow,

Not a second wasted, but now. 

For is our bond not of rarest gem? 

What lingering thoughts

a constance in my battleground mind

Yet, in peace and calm in you they find.

A lovers map of fate

destined paths leading, winding, twirling

through the undergrowth of survival

Till upon a greying day

stems become vines

Vines… Entwine

and the universe whispers

that you are truly

Mine.
Karen Hayward ©2017 image and words 

All i never wanted.

I never wanted children.
I wanted late nights and plenty of sleep.
I wanted to work.
I wanted to eat,
I was selfish, I see.
But not entirely.
I just wanted to be.
I wanted more,
Wisdom at my door,
So I lived and loved,
Till I knew the score.
I had a dream,
I have a dream,
I wanted to look after the mean,
the broken the unwanted, awoken.
I wanted to love
The rough
And the tough.
If only for a moment,
to show them
They are enough.
I wanted to foster,
Not bear my own,
The broken seeds
That were sown,
the souls dealt
Life’s harsh hand,
I wanted to show them
they were more than
Grains of sand.
That slipped through
The fingers of
Unknown faces,
The cracks in the paper,
The educated carers
Without their own life
Bearers.