I feel your eyes
staring after me
Stop me please,
scream don’t go
I walk forlornly towards my taxi
*
The taxi awaits eagerly
He wants his fare
It’s not too late
To tell me you still care
*
The driver opens my door
Bags in the boot
Stale sweat from the passenger before
Does permeate, an unwelcome pollute
*
It’s not too late
To stay, just ask me
The engine starts, we slowly drive
I stare at him from the window of my taxi
Goodbye
Janette Bendle ❤️
I have reached my fabulous 50s. Guess what, it’s okay. 20 years in the health and wellness industry. Educating men and women on the importance of nourishing their bodies with good food, moving with integrity, recharging their energy levels and empowering their minds. I love my job. A mother of two boys who are now men and my greatest achievement. A lover of words, an aspiring author with a book written and no idea where to go next, a poet who writes from the heart and her vulnerability. A foodie who loves to experiment, a salad lover , But not just your Every day salad, I throw in anything you can think of it ends up in my salad. I have a reputation for making the greatest weirdest salads around. As a total contradiction, I have a ridiculous sweet tooth. I rescue abandoned souls in the bodies of dogs, an animal lover, Who sometimes likes animals more than humans. My teacher in life, my mother never ceases to amaze me. I am one fortunate human being who is filled with gratitude for the life she lives. View more posts
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