You taught me to believe. To have faith and to talk to a higher power everyday. First thing in the morning, and at night before I went off to sleep. To think about the reasons to be grateful and to say thank you out loud. To talk about my worries and ask for help. AndContinue reading “This gift”
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My choice
I chose you and I lost my ability to see. I couldn’t see your failings, though I was aware of them before. It’s not that I was blind, but that I didn’t want to see. Deep down inside, I think accepting your flaws was a reflection on me. Because you were MY choice. I choseContinue reading “My choice”
The Mountains of Tasmania
Mountains tall as old as time, look upon the twilight gold. Dark now, in the fading light, till moon-rise, and a sky so bright. Mountains tall. And dark. And steep. Moon – she casts her silvery gaze on soaring hills, and valleys low. Streams of shining shimmering light, and shadows dark – mysterious! She castsContinue reading “The Mountains of Tasmania”
Possibilities .. a poem about my dreams for the future
Sometimes I sits, I sits and thinks, of things I’ve never seen, Of places that I’ll never know, of what I may not be. Of all the possibilities that seem so far away, of all the lovely winding roads, that lead out from my gate. I dream of possibilities I cannot see awake, OfContinue reading “Possibilities .. a poem about my dreams for the future”
I get it!
I get it! That you have important matters to talk about so you drive slowly, Focused on your cellphone conversation. And I get it that you just don’t care That you’re slowing everyone down The vehicles behind you are switching lanes at the last minute, The drivers frustrated that they’re stuck driving at a crawlContinue reading “I get it!”
Dear Change,
I am grateful for your constant and steady companionship. I have not always felt that way about your many visits, but as time goes by I’m growing to value them. When you visit regularly, I sometimes wish you away, but you know that I really do not mean it. You bring me joy and sorrow.Continue reading “Dear Change,”
The colour of gold
Gold is the colour of the help that I get, The kindness and caring that makes this busy no stress. The machines that take on some of my chores, And let me have a life that has time for more. Gold is the colour of the love of the mother, Who educates all her childrenContinue reading “The colour of gold”
What do I do
What do I do, oh what do I do? The sun shines so bright and there’s house work to do. The dishes aren’t done and the floor is not mopped, And I want to go to the coffee shop. I don’t see the papers that need to be filed, The bills to be paid canContinue reading “What do I do”
