
I am too discombobulated to write yet today. Too busy being wings for a dear friend. Perhaps later words will come or perhaps not …. Tomorrow is another day.
This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

08 May 2015 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Caring, love, loyalty, Relationship
Listen up and listen good
You are not treating me the way you should!
You go out and leave me here
Caring not that this causes me fear.
When you come home you stomp and shout
Sometimes you shout at me and shut me out.
You do not seem to know
I am lost and lonely when you go.
I am loyal I am true
I forgive the mean things you do.
Deep down I you care and you’re not all bad.
You hug me when you are sad .
We go for long walks and you tell me you woe
You bring the ball and I catch your every throw.
You feed me and let me sleep on your bed
You are the best went all is said.
I hate it when you go out
You hate it if I make a mess , no doubt .
But I am your dog and your my owner
We have each other, now neither of us is a loner.
15 Jun 2014 13 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Caring, Fathers day, love, responsibility
First and foremost he is constantly there
Always ready to support you, comfort and to care
Tough when needed and loving too
Hoping always the best for you
Everlasting patience where you are concerned!
Rooting in corner praising you highly for the accolades you’ve earned.
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Father
~~~~~
His hands are too big,
Like his heart and the love he has to give .
His fear is tangible but he holds the baby
His own, his son. A leader of men …maybe.
This life, these eyes dependent on him
My boy my lad his heart begins to sing.
She just smiles as she watches.
29 Mar 2014 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Caring, cherishing, love, mothers love, nurturing
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.
19 Jun 2013 12 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Caring, joy, love, love Mother., Memories rememberance
Gentle she was, a young woman of means,
beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was.
A hair dresser with her own shop a teaser of hair and tresses.
Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.
Not impressed were her parents with the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade.
Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows the young couple had made.
Grief she bore when her fist born died at six months
brave she was to have more. Three girls then two boys , and two more angels lost in-between.
Then after all was finished me, making six.
Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man who was there for her too.
Kind she was, good and open hearted she was.
The door always open to family and waifs and strays
big hearted she was to all who past through our door.
Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort.
Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.
Patient she was but there was temper there if needed,
she was not strong or mean but if needed her children and her man she would defend to the death!
Beautiful she was in features and in heart
there was not task she would not finish if she had made a start.
Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away
and when her sons went too she had a proud day.
Together alone again by themselves again.
Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man.
Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain.
Cleaver she was but not school or college wise she was wise in life and love and truth and need.
Lonely she was when her man was taken ,
wept she did as she wanted to join him.
Lost she was without the quiet man .
Heart broken she became though she threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.
Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him.
Lost to us she was, a smile here and there maybe a flash of recognition.
Unknowing of all around her she was,sad eyed frighted lamb lonely lonely.
Tiny she was when she went sadly lost to us long before .
Gone into her mind to find her quiet man.
Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her,
but gone she really was.
Anemones her favourite flowers were they always remind me of her.
I forgave her for leaving me and now accept she had to go
as by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.
Never to be forgotten.
27 Mar 2013 10 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bad dreams, Caring, children, Fear, nightmares
Step back from edge darling hearken to me.
Step back from the edge darling if you want to be free.
No believe me I tell you the truth, I will not lie.
You have no wings darling if you jump now, you will not fly.
Take my hand darling step back here to me.
Give me your trust and I shall help you to see
Things are never as black as the seem
nor are they ever quite as straight forward as they seem.
I have always cared for you, your needs I have always put first.
I have always loved you, always watched over you, often suffering pain as my heart burst.
Step back from the edge darling please give me your hand.
I know this is a dream my darling built only on sand.
I need to save you from your own dark self so listen to me now and move away from the shelf.
Give me your hand darling I alone can set you free.
I am your mother so listen to me.
Step back from edge darling hearken to me.
Step back from the edge darling if you want to be free.
No believe me I tell you the truth, I will not lie.
You have no wings darling if you jump now you will not fly.
15 Mar 2013 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Caring, help, love, protecting healing., tenderness
Landing naked in the gutter she laid still not a sound did she utter.
The pain she felt she did not understand
for it was new to her and not part of God’s plan.
Every inch of her body hurt she was cut and bruised and covered in dirt.
She had never before left heavens gate she was scared now of what was to be her fate.
Laying there broken, naked and dirty she wanted to wash she
had nothing to hide her shame
and she shivered as blood ran down her tiny frame.
Her eyes began to sting as tears welled up, she could not understand a thing.
Suddenly a gentle hand picked her up, she was scared, rigid and
every part of her body racked with pain.
She was never more beautiful then at this moment in her
vulnerable state, she wondered again what was to be her fate.
He could not believe his eyes this startled broken creature lying
in his hand all things known to him defies.
This tiny broken angel in his hand , could he help her or was it
out of his command.
Gently now he scooped her up she winced and he jumped
nearly dropping her back into the gutter.
Breathing deep he steadies his hand he is determined not
damage a lock of her hair, no, not even a strand.
He wanted to keep her , he wanted to mend her broken body. Why had he found her, was there a plan? what ever he decided to do the best he can.
Taking a tissue from his pocket he covered her nakedness, the look in her eyes was pain and thankfulness. He took her home and gently bathed her skin.
He whispered so as not to scare her. He asked how and from whence she had come .
She said he could not understand and so she could not tell,apart from the fact
that there was a battle and she had seen view from the gates of hell.
He spent days tending her and at her request he prayed for her. He kept her in a shoe box and the dog investigated her but the dog was gentle with her and let her nestle in it’s fur.
The man thought he was falling in love with the angel but then he realized he only wanted to help her return to heaven that must not be compromised.
Finally she was healed and told him she must leave she had to make her way back to heaven and that there was no need for him to grieve.
She would always watch over him and help him in any hour of need. She told him he shown her such care and love , that he had tended to her even ignoring his own need.
So on a moonlit night he drove out to the beach he sat and talked with her until dawn . With tears she told him she could not stay no matter how much he beseeched .
Finally as the sun was rising in the sky he gently kissed the angel and watched her as heavenward she did fly. Remember she called down to him I shall always be grateful and we shall meet again when you die
03 Jun 2012 35 Comments
in Poems Tags: Caring, joy, love, love Mother., Memories rememberance
Gentle she was, a young woman of means, beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was. A hair dresser with her own shop a teaser of hair and tresses. Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.
Not impressed were her parents with the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade. Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows the young couple had made.
Grief she bore when her fist born died at six months brave she was to have more. Three girls then two boys , and two more angels lost in-between. Then after all was finished me, making six. Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man who was there for her too.
Kind she was, good and open hearted she was. The door always open to family and waifs and strays big hearted she was to all who past through our door. Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort. Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.
Patient she was but there was temper there if needed, she was not strong or mean but if needed her children and her man she would defend to the death!
Beautiful she was in features and in heart there was not task she would not finish if she had made a start. Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away and when her sons went too she had a proud day.
Together alone again by themselves again. Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man. Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain. Cleaver she was but not school or college wise she was wise in life and love and truth and need.
Lonely she was when her man was taken , wept she did as she wanted to join him. Lost she was without the quiet man . Heart broken she became though she threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.
Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him. Lost to us she was a smile here and there maybe a flash of recognition.Unknowing of all around her she was,sad eyed frighted lamb lonely lonely.
Tiny she was when she went sadly lost to us long before . Gone into her mind to find her quiet man. Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her, but gone she really was.
Anemones her favourite flowers were they always remind me of her. I forgave her for leaving me and now accept she had to go as by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.Never to be forgotten.
Anemones her favourite flowers
05 Dec 2011 19 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: care, Caring, happiness, love, loyalty, warmth
Teddy
Big brown eyes that light the skies Soft and gentle always there,how many secrets do we share.
You kept me company day and night and you always made the bad things right.
You know all there is to know about me and that is why I love you so.
I grew up and you came too, you always helped out and made me smile when I was blue.
You watch over me night and day and so. I LOVE YOU TED is what I have to say. xxxxxxxxxx
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