In Memory of Kathleen. 19/11/1926 - 14/06/2012.

My Angel, My Muse

Deep in the night when you lie in your bed

wondering at shadows up over you head

and you pull those soft white sheets to your eyes

do you whisper to God and ask Him why?

Why is she gone and why did she go?

you want to know and you want Him to show

you a reason. So pray as fast as you can.

But unanswered prayers are part of the Plan.

But when you ask why and your eyes start to cry

and you feel so sad that you think you might die,

listen.Because He will tell you. And cherubs wings

hug and hold you snug as they sing

a song so sweet like sirens of lore

as you slip into dreams of what was before.

And then you will see her far away in bed

where she has the covers pulled up over her head

and she's asking God why as her eyes fill with tears

and she shakes with fears that nobody hears her

when she asks and her eyes start to cry

and she feels so lonely she thinks she might die,

she listens. And He tells her. And angels' wings

hug and hold her as they sing

a song so sweet like sirens of lore

as she slips into dreams of what was before.

And she sees the little girl far away in her bed

with the covers pulled up over her head

and she smiles through the pain

when He answers "you will be together again."

Christy Hughes.

Menopause I.

                                                                             
                                                                             

                                                                             

              

                                               

Some women feel hot.

Some women perspire a lot.

  Some women can't sleep.

Some women just weep.

                                         

         Some women feel pain.

                   

   Some women weight gain.

Some women sprout hair.

Some women despair.

Some women stop sex.

Some women become wrecks.

BUT

Some women are lucky,

as lucky can be...

Some women sail through,

with such irritating glee!

                                 
                                     

That Time Of Year.

That Time Of Year!

HURRAY! Chocolate time is back,

Let’s attack! let’s attack!

What a choice! Where to start?

I think I’ll put this one;

And this one...and this one,

In the cart.

Small, medium or big?

When Easter is over, I’ll be a pig!

No counting calories now – after Easter I vow,

To re-start nutritional control,

That’s only if....

There no more chocies in the bowl!

Still trying to decide – I think I need a chocolate guide!

Milk, dark or white – what a GLORIOUS sight!

With fillings or without? –  my goodness, such doubt!

Shall I take the lot? – OH HECK! Why not?!

Gerry

Gerry

Skinny and white

I purr with delight.

I have a little pink nose

Which looks like a rose.

A short black tail

That I swish or trail.

Gigantic ears

The shape of tears.

I don't look like much!

But I'm soft to touch.

Full of love to give

In this new home that I live.

Happy, as happy, can be

I love mum, and she loves me!

Hugh

Hugh.

Soft and small

With great big paws

My little fur ball

Has enormous claws.

He's got a bushy tail

And large green eyes

A handsome male

Who's very wise.

A beautiful coat

And pointy ears

If I could vote

He'd stay for years.

One of a kind

Most unique!

A spectacular find

With a baby squeak.

My feline friend

That's come to stay

My heart to mend

Beginning today!

Age...

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . . .. . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . When you're looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . . . Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . . And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . . The things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . .. Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .. . . . With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . Who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . With wings on his feet..
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . A lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . My heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . .. That I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons . . . . . Have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . To see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . .. . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . Shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . Young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . . And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . . And nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . .. . Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . Grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . .. . . Where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . . . A young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . .. . Life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . Gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . Open and see.
Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . . . See ME!!

* This was posted by a friend of mine on Facebook but it moved me so deeply that I wanted to share it again on my blog. This was written by an old man in a nursing home. When he died the nurses found this poem in his draw  and they were all moved to tears...So was I!!!

Elements

Elements.

The sun shines hot upon our heads
Record heat, that cannot be fled
Days and days of a sweaty bod
Messing with nature, annoys God
A gentle breeze starts to flow
Stronger and stronger it does blow
Dark, dark clouds begin to form
It’s going to be...  A MIGHTY STORM!
A flash of light - a crashing sound
The elements raging all around
A pitter-patter against the pane
Announces the start of heavy rain
And down it falls in sheets of white
The day outside becomes night
Mother Nature at her best
Her P.M.T our current guest
Rain falls long, rain falls hard
The grass lies flattened in the Yard
But wait...the quiet has returned
Hurray....
The mighty storm has been adjourned!