On a day like this

There are no songs played, this day
There is no dance, on open floors 
There are no cakes to cut

There are no words for celebratory remarks
Glass raised in honour, a speech on toast absent 
There are no cards with personalized messages 

There are no flowers to be placed in jars 
There are no walks in the park after dine 
No embarrassing stories to tell 

There are just thoughts for the day 
Reflection and memories we hold 
And the heart sits heavy with miss 

Missing innocent smiles 
With each distant mile that lies 
Between you and I on this day....

On a day like this  
From a distant on a day like this 
On this day

Father Of Venus

Her Father, my Mother  

Who is to be blamed  in blame games

For expectation, setting standards  

To be kept, to be matched  

I blame her father, she blames my mother  
It is not Mars or Venus that holds blame tags 
To be renamed,  pointing fingures in blame game named  


Her father is Venus and my mother is Mars   
She moulded Mars, my mother did  
 For a man to be who I am 


I blame her father   
Fathering her love and expectation 
Mr Venus setting standards bars soo high 


I blame her father she blames my mother  
Now we are playing catch up, learning fast  
From rule books, discovery of unwritten love manual

That women are from fatherly Venus 
And men are from motherly Mars 
I bet you didn't think of it this way