One Liner Wednesday on Thursday

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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.

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Mary and Jo part 5

To day is the fifth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry.


It was the talk of the staffroom everyone was interested in the young couple staying in David’s’ room.
Have they got enough linen asked the housekeeper Jean, if there is a baby due she will need towels and sheets warm and clean. Have they eaten the cook wanted to know, they are resting now, well when they are hungry just let me know.
Isn’t Irena  a midwife, wasn’t that her job in her old home, she can help them if help they need. Everyone was interested everyone wanted to help this young couple in need.
Jo was relaxing watching a film so relieved they had somewhere to stay. Mares was luxuriating in a bubble bath soaking all her aches and pains away.
Outside miles up in the dark night sky a brand new star shone out on high. It is a strange thing but everyone who saw would insist it was stationary and would move no more.
In the east boarding a plane, three royal, eminent, astrologers  where heading for Bethlehem. The had been researching the new star, for months now they had been watching it from afar.
They had been working together for a while now and called themselves Magi.com a name that had style. Sharing the secret that a new king was to found under this star light.They wanted to meet him, to pay homage as is right.
They had a competitor Herod.com and so he was someone the facts of their journey  were kept from.
So with the staff busy but wanting to help and the star shining down the hotel Delph  we leave our Jo and Mares to get some peace, as soon somewhere to sleep will be of their troubles the least!

Three wise men

Me and my man!

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.

 

 

 

 

Father’s Day. An Acrostic and A Poem.

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.

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.

 

 

Gentle she was

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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.

 

The Nightmare

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.

The Fallen Angel and The Man

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

Gentle she was.

Polesden  Lacey

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

Thank you Ted

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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.

I’d never throw you away, and you’re still with me to this day.

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