Wish You Were Here.

collage3We wish that you were here
So we could hold you near.
Today of all days we wish
That you our cheeks could kiss.
A mother in a million were you
We hope we told you enough , true.
In our thoughts you stay and on this Mother’s Day
We love and miss you so, that is all we have to say.

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Mother’s Day  in the UK   hense the Mum  poems. 

The photo  is of  my  lovely long gone Mum when  she was a young girl.

 

 

MOTHER LOVE

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Mother love is selfless and deeper than the 

Ocean, boundless and undemanding  always 

There when you need it.No judgement or side taken

However far or expensive to pocket or heart. Love is  

Everlasing, open handed  and without question.

Ready always to be sweep in and  scoop you up and love you.

Loyal and true always at the end of a phone

Open minded to your problems never judging or

Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf

Even though you may not deserve it , it’s there Mother Love.

 

 

Lady from the tower of light.

Lady From The Tower Of Light

 

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Speed you safely on your flight.

We are so sad  to see you go

To where or  what  we do not kow.

You went so suddenly  into  the night

You  had  your reasons not to fight.

We had no time to say goodye

But from our souls, to you, our feelings fly.

 

Lady from the tower of light

Now is our chance  to set  things  right.

We have  always held  you dear

That  will not change now  you are not here.

Goodbyes that where not  said

Feel worse while rumbling around inside a head.

You were a joy to us all your days

I think we showed you so in a thousand ways.

 

Lady  from the tower of light

In our thoughts,  though out of sight.

You  have left a wonderful legasy

Johnathan, Nicholas and Lyndsey.

They always filled  your  heart with pride

And grandcildren your love,  for whom, you could not hide .

They will have you with them for all their years

You  will share  their laughter and dry  their tears.

 

Lady from the tower of light

We send you forth with happy  thoughts  for your flight.

Now we have our chance to say what we feel

You  where good  and kind your actions real.

You may be out of touch and far away

Yet we will think fondly of you often, if not each day.

So lovely lady from the  tower of light

Sit back relax  and enjoy  your flight.

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The name Madeleine is a Hebrew baby name. In Hebrew the meaning of the name Madeleine is: From the tower. Also The name Madeleine is a French baby name. In French the meaning of the name Madeleine is: Woman of Magdala. Tower.

I change the meaning slightly for poetic affect.

My tribute  to a dear friend.

 

 

 

Stone Wall

Sitting  at  the same table day after day

Silence screaming deafening, though  there is  nothing left  to say.

The cracks showing more as the years go past

Huge  the ever growing  gulf between us  now the dye is cast.

 

Reaching out  to try  and touch you, maybe reach you this time

You ignore me, look away , I’ve failed again. What was my crime?

Facing down the days, lost and  alone  in a painful daze.

What happened  to us, lost  forever now in this dark,dark maze.

 

Acrostic Stone wall

Simple words become a damnation

Taunting barbs of hates creation

Only together out of habit ,out of fear

No longer passion, just dry eyes not  a tear.

Every day an empty void

 

Wasting  our lives, communication cut to the bone

Arguing, when did this house became  no longer home.

Longing  for a touch,a tender look

Lost the days when our passion the world shook.

 

 

 

Suicide

Wet beneath my feet

Fresh morning smell, sweet.

Light between the green leaves

Early warmth, my skin gratefully receives.

 

Light on the water sparkling

Blinding  my eyes, thoughts darkling.

Early  bird in to the blue yonder soars

Reaching the bridge  my agony roars!

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Pain pounding in my head

Negating all good things said.

Heart bursting ,feet bleeding brain screaming

Reaching the edge of the bridge blinded by tears streaming.

 

Running  now I need the release

Stepping off the side craving peace.

No more  pain, no more hurt no more grief.

Falling now, floating now I welcome this feeling of relief.

 

The water is ice cold

I flail a little but find nought to hold.

Silence, silence soft as silk and so pure.

Peace at last I can endure no more.

 

 

 

A little tenderness: Part 6

The ‘pain control  nurse’  had  been and chaned  my  dosage …. up  as usual. The  trouble is  the pain  is no  different  but  I just seem to find it more and more difficult to concentrate. I was drfting off now  ………

“Hello” , a new  voice, foreign , gentle sing song , what  nice eyes. “Are  you awake willow”   I am tempted  to not asnwer  but politeness gets the best of  me. “I  am here to help  you, would  you mind if I  gave  you a bedbath” I hesitate  because it does not seem right, a young  man asking me if I would  like a bed bath.  However I have not  had a good wash  let alone a bed bath since I was admitted, he is also  offering to change  my  pyjamas  and  the bed.  So far I have had a lick and  a promise and I am longing to feel fresh again.

What a change  from the usual  begruding  treatment I had received so far. I was bathed put in clean pyjamas and in a freshly  changed bed I was exhausted  but comfortable. The young  nurse  told  me  he had  been at  the hospital  for about a year. His  kindness and respect made  me feel safe and at no time threatened.

Over  the next  week I learnt  a lot  about him,  he had  been in the French Foreign Legion, a Gendarme and now a Nurse. He used  to come into our ward  and chat  when he had  the time  and sometimes  if he was not too busy  he would  have a cup of  tea  with us.  More  than once when I was feeling really  low  he would make  me a bird or a flower  with paper. He was an exstremely talented  and kind  young  man who lived life to the full and who was not afraid to put himself out to help others. He  made my life bearable I missed him when I was moved to yet another ward!

So where ever  you are, dear young french  male nurse, I want to let you know  you helpped  me  through a terrifying lonely time.  I often listened to Alanis Morrisette and Thank You at that  time, and  the dreamlike video shows how exposed and out there I felt. Small acts of kindness helped me through. So thank  you nurse  you made a difference.

BTW  that is just a random photo  the nurse I met  was much  more handsome!!

 

Mighty Blast : Reblogged from http://2l2phant.wordpress.com/

This is a beautiful poem full of hope and rebirth and renewal. do visit
http://2l2phant.wordpress.com/.

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The Morning’s Rainbow smell so sweet –
a glorious presentation to soak in!
Yet the rain sneaks in and hits your face
while the tornadoes disorient;
the beast’s roar attempts to steal your song;
but My child, stand fast!
The end is almost here;
and a Bountiful Harvest awaits ❤

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Passion Exstinguished

Down the cold, dark and emty years

Walking alone fighting off acient fears.

Yearning, craving long  denied warmth

Dried up and hollow inside

 

Passion painfully  smothered now died.

Pointless to beg you have long locked that door

I accepting, cope finding I look for fire no more.

Just give me a little respect and care

I will honour your wishes . I believe  that is fair.

 

Darkness closes in the freeze between us

Like  winter in a garden all is laid bare turning to dust.

I take  my blanket of words  and wrap myslef up tight

In their warming balm. My head full of stars I drift into the night.

 

Down the years there have been so many  battles to fight

Hiding behind a smile constantly smothering the need  for flight.

A master at  lieing  and presenting a public face

Knowing  the truth , my failure , my secret is my disgrace .

Down the cold, dark and emty years

Walking alone fighting off acient fears.

Yearning, craving long  denied warmth

Dried up and hollow inside

Passion painfully  smothered now died.

 

Back soon.

Today and tomorrow the real world beckons. I shall not be able to post or comment . I will however be thinking of you all. So be patient with we.
Love willow xxx xxx

A little Tenderness Part 5

It is  dark and they are coming to get me ………. I hear the footsteps in my  ears , then a gun shot. BANG! Oh! help  my eyes  fly open  and I am in bed on the ward. The  footsteps  and the gun  shot  come  from  my Ipod and the book I am listening to. I had dozed off again. I am so stiff if only I could turn over  but as ever I am trapped in this brace.

My husband  had downloaded some   James Patterson, books on to  my  Ipod and mostly I am enjoying them just  every so often I loose  my hold on reality  and it all turns into a nightmare. I am not sure of the time, it all regimented in here but also very easy to loose all sense of time.

When  did I get  here  which  ward am I on, I can’t  hear Gwen calling  for Angela. Think  willow, think where am I  did I move……… Yes I  did  that Nurse upset  me, the one with the funny name she really  stressed  me out.

I get  so upset and I cry easily, I am not like  that.  I do not  cry at the drop of a hat. I try hard  not to but it just happens. When  is  my  operation, no one will tell me , I wonder why !

The story  is  getting  very scary  again, this man has is stalking Detective Cross and his family  they are all in  danger, am I in danger .  I just wish I knew which ward I am in  and  where I am.

Will I run free, OH! God  will I ever walk again…………………….

 

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