This poem talks of the importance of remembering the way a couple, in the early stages of a relationship connect – and how, as the years roll by, on the roller-coaster of life, it is becomes ever more important to hold on tight and not forget that connectedness. ____________________________________ Linking up with…
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Thank you, my daughters, for a perfect Mothers Day x
It was Mothers Day here in New Zealand on Sunday. My daughters, without knowing it, gave me one of the best Mothers Day I’ve had. More than anything, a mother wishes for happy, content children and no major scuffles to break up! Miraculously, the whole day was one of peace, sunshine, blue sky and even…
Prose for Thought | Invisible
My poem this week sums up the feelings that many of us, especially parents, feel in any week. Life is a roller-coaster and some weeks there seems to be a little more fluctuation than others on the way. I’ve had so much on my mind and sometimes I find reading the news doesn’t help to…
The Breathing Lake | Prose for Thought
Take me with your every breath, let me ride on your canoe, hide me from the dark shadows, and bath in your filtered light. Paint on my skin, like the sun, dipped in a heavenly palette. Caress my shoulders with air – that folds like a cloak around. I want to feel every sigh, the…
A challenge to finish…
A challenge was set, from my friend Cyndi, aka Latte Junkie, for ‘Lyrical Sunday‘ this week. She gave a beautiful, poignant start to a poem for us to continue with (and she is going to finish it too – so, it will be interesting to see the different angles people take on this). The words…
The Photo Gallery | Youth
Sweet 16. The year 1990. Perms were in, so were floral dresses. I was all dressed up for my school ‘Prom’, after completing my G.C.S.E.’s and readying myself for ‘Sixth Form College’. I’d spent the past few years suffering acne and tram-line braces. I was only just beginning to be interested in boys – up…
Two feet at two
She likes to feel the ground below, learning fast to watch for dangers. She sprints so fast, for one so young, unhindered by straps and leather. Her feet feel the rough and smooth, preparing for life’s journey. She learns to tread gently on some ground, where others she can pound. Thorns and stings can slow…
Rainbows of spring
Yesterday, as I drove home from a little outing with my three daughters, I had that ‘rainbow’ feeling. The sun was glaringly bright behind me, but dark clouds were set strong in the sky before me, with rain showers in between. I drove the long way home and pulled in when this scene of natural…
A Poem of a Special Father’s Day in New Zealand | Lyrical Sunday
This Father’s Day, there were hand-written cards – Decorated with stickers, stamps and pictures. Breakfast in bed, made without help from Mumma – Freshly baked heart biscuits & waitress service. Three daughters sat on their Daddy’s bed – Watching him open their carefully wrapped presents; An Avengers film and funny boxers – Candy planes and…
Lyrical Sunday | Play
Inside the mind of my two year old… ‘Play with me! Play with me! – And with my magic wand, I’ll turn you into… a tree!’ ‘Help me save the baby lion cub – you can be in my animal rescue club!’ ‘Let’s dance, play tag, catch the ball – climb up there – careful…
Gateway to the Outdoors – [a poem for Lyrical Sunday]
Our gateway to the outdoors is guarded these days, By children who test us in various ways. We start with encouragement and gentle persuasion – Trying to resist bribery and coercion. We are often surprised by who resists – And struggle to find the solution to enlist. Eventually, after tears and raised voices, We all…
Wet Wednesday in Welly
Scorching Bay in the rain – Some may say it’s not the same – But for those of us young at heart – Dancing in the rain is just the start. In Welly a rainy day, without wind, is special – It’s a Dr Seuss day of Up for Umbrellas! But hands free is better…
Olympics | A Poem for Lyrical Sunday
What an incredible opening ceremony of the Olympics in London! We woke to a brilliant day of winter sunshine in New Zealand and watched the opening ceremony on the television with great excitement and awe. The most amazing history lesson of Great Britain unfolded before our eyes (fabulous slide-show of photographs on the IOC website)….
Lyrical Sunday | SMOKE
A smoke etched face I walked in to the beat of the drums – The moon hanging full in the starry night sky. The fire blazed in the circle of drums, Drawing in dancers with a hypnotic cry. I’d come with my drum, to sit in the circle, To add to the pulsing rhythm round…