Just to make you happy

I wrote this in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. It's dedicated to my mum, who has had a rough couple of weeks. So here it is:

I would leave you a note.
With a phrase written on it,
Which makes only you smile.

I would walk by a shop,
and instantly know,
I should get you that ugly ornament
because it would make you laugh.

I wouldn't see you for a day,
yet want to buy you flowers
because somehow I know you want them.

I would buy you a necklace,
with a stone just like the one
you picked up for me on the beach.

I would sketch you a picture
of a silly cartoon
just to see your reaction.

I would get a video
from a second hand shop
because I know you watched it
when you were little.

I would do anything silly.
Anything small or unexpected.
Just to make you happy.

One Day More

This is a memorial poem for my uncle Paul who passed away yesterday. My mother wanted me to work around the title. Here it is:

Sometimes the hill is just to steep,
the summit out of sight.
Fight to climb it through the day
and ache throughout the night.

The motivation's fading,
the energy depleted.
The pace has slowed and now
to reach the point of being defeated.

Now no longer walking,
and all the breathe is gone.
The hill slipped into darkness
and not one light is on.

If only to have seen it,
or had been by your side.
Together we'd have climbed it,
my aid with every stride.

Everything has stopped,
no longer just a chore.
The happiness to see you,
If just for one day more.