~ Written by Danielle N. Bilski ~

Yellow Rose

Dearest Nana,

Your favourite colour is violet, I know
But to me you will always be my precious yellow rose
Because even when it is raining outside
You shine endless delight at the very heart of my home.

For ninety six winters you have beautifully grown
With your roots emanating deep from Earth’s pure soul
And I was born to carry your sweetness upon a gentle breeze
Further than both of us has ever been shown.

You love me unconditionally, this I have always known
As your petals extend generously to make others feel welcome
Your laugh is a melody of overflowing joy
For fifty seven anniversaries, you were Papa’s favourite love song.

I wish there was a way to slow down the flow
Of our time together so I never have to let you go
As you nurture, teach and inspire me completely
More than any other thing in my life is capable of.

So Nana,
To immortalise a truth that deserves to be told
Your four children, three grandchildren and four great-grandsons
We love you and thank you for being our divine mother Rose
And living an incomparable life we all forever strive to faithfully echo.

I love you – now, always and forever
My flawless yellow rose.

Sincerely, your loving granddaughter

Danielle Nicole xx

©2020 My Time With You

~ Written by Danielle N. Bilski ~

Ninety-nine words

My best friend said to me,
he is no expert in poetry,
although he always makes time to read
every word I write.
There is no particular way
to make sense of ideas someone else has to say,
we are all master-creators of our minds today,
by every secret we confide.
I am no expert either – I will not lie,
but with all of my heart I continue to try
connecting with you through love and as light
in every line I type.
So, these ninety-nine words I give to you
with gratitude for allowing me to share my truth.

©2020 My Time With You

~ Written by Danielle N. Bilski ~

This is a poem I wrote in 2018.

Feelers

When I was younger, I didn’t know it was possible to exist with infinitesimal [read as: almost zero] feeling. Or maybe, instead, I felt too much – shielded by innocence, fearlessness and naivety. Thank you to my wonderful family.

As I grew, feelings increased in drama, depth and intensity. Spotlight, centre-stage and let’s call the character ‘teenage-Me’. A powerful ego fueled by self-intrigue.

Now I am older, I still cannot disassociate or well-regulate my emotions. I have, however, become better at holding myself together, in case I ever begin to deflate. You’ll also find me more compassionate and choosing to do what makes me truly happy.

So let me tell you why insensibility is such a dangerous state. Feeling nothing will deny a spirit, defeat a soul and extinguish any life should dark influence outweight moral reasoning. A low state will only perpetuate until you change your own mind.

The truth is, we are perfectly imperfect human feelers; not shallow nor inanimate. Repression holds us hostage, when we don’t listen to our heart. As empathy unites us; indifference will tear us apart.

©2018 My Time With You

~ Written by Danielle N. Bilski ~

Beneath an Umbrella

I love to drink black coffee – to taste the bitterness – smooth
and scalding.
Otherwise it is like dancing in the rain beneath an umbrella or like showering in your best clothes.
It is like being at a concert you view through your smartphone screen, then relaxing on a plastic-covered couch, and having an entire conversation through answering machines.
Why, I want to feel the rain soak my t’shirt against my skin and
hot water to warm the bones my heart is kept safe within.
I want to see the whole stage, to trace the lines of each band members’ face, and sing at the top of my lungs.
Blutac my ticket on the wall, curl up on cushions as soft as spongecake beside you and lose count of the times black coffee burns our tongues.
Life has become diluted, but let’s remove all filters – peel off all superfluous layers we have put on.
Otherwise, we could blink and it will all be gone.

©2020 My Time With You

~ Written by Danielle N. Bilski ~

Flickers

We are all stars shining bright,
through the darkest space,
only to be eclipsed by fleeting sunlight.
Dearest Star,
I know what your ache feels like,
as we all flicker a little, sometimes.

Are you tired from this galactic race,
to endlessly find and replace
our dark thoughts with light feelings?
So, if we can never keep up,
perhaps it is because we must
all return to the miracle of our beginnings.

Tonight, I looked across the Universe,
made a wish upon your beautiful aura,
to see my own light too.
Stay with me here,
for a moment together,
to delight in the perfection of our timeless view.

Trust me Star Child, I know
we have all felt an urge to implode,
but you have no reason to be afraid.
You will never question your matter,
or want to hide your true splendour
once you have learnt why we were created.

We all flicker a little, sometimes.

©2020 My Time With You