Happy Christmas to Everyone. 2020

It is Christmas day and I want to say to all those lovely bloggers out there all over the world who read my posts A Very Happy Christmas. Whether or not you celebrate Christmas I want to wish you be blessed, safe and healthy.

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Well it’s been a strange year hasn’t it. Full of hardship and problems for all. I imagine you could stop anyone on the street, in any town, city or village in any country or continent and they would have a tale of woe to share with you. So many people have died from the carrona virus. So many people still don’t know how they will be affected by long covid. We lost my mother in law to covid in early June, not long after her 100th birthday.

Then I fell ill, and was in and out of hospital until 27th November when I had an operation. During that time I had a cholosectomy drain and bag for four months. Recently our middle son has contracted covid. He is hopefully on the mend. We have had many other problems this year but that’s just the way it is.

We have had two lockdowns, a first and second wave of covid. We are now in a worse position than ever with two new variants rampaging around and cases and deaths going through the roof . Businesses have crashed, people have lost their jobs, their homes, loved ones…it’s a nightmare. It’s taking much longer than anyone thought. I will not mention governments or leaders who could of done better, by name, they know who they are.

Now Christmas has been curtailed. Where I live we are in tier four which is the highest tier. We personally can not see our children or grandchildren this year and that’s the same for most of us…the sensible ones, the ones who care about others and the rest of the world. Some will ignore the rules and be selfish. Aprantly after Christmas a lot more areas will be going into tier four. It’s not easy and there will be more hardship for all.

Throughout this year front line workers have done a sterling job of being there for us all, over the world. To all of them I say THANK YOU.

We will be cooking an extra meal for our son who has covid and drive it over to his home. We will leave it outside his front door and wave to him through his window. We will also video call him and our other two sons, daughter in law and grandchildren..a little together time, apart.

Well now I hope you all have the best Christmas you can , let’s count our blessings. Maybe this pandemic can teach us that love, kindness and compassion are not just for Christmas or any festival , no those things are for every day. I am looking forward to a hug, a touch and being able to be with family and friends so here’s to the vaccine and better times. Love you all.

COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 197, #SPECIFICFORM: TANKA

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. So, take this opportunity to learn more about the particular form. You can use any subject, theme, or words to convey your message.

This week’s form is:

TANKA

Compassion

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Look straight at me please
Don’t ignore me I am here
I may be older
But I have life in me yet
Have you any compassion?

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Why.

Image from pixabay

She
Lived in
The field all
Under the tree.
A tent, plastic bags
With lots of smelly mess.
People complained because
They did not want to look at her
She made them feel uncomfortable
She swore, made mess but what was her story.
Why
Is she
Now living
In a doorway
Come rain come or shine.
Two sleeping bags she owns.
A teddy,some plastic bags.
A note says "I lost my baby"
Her sad eyes say that this is so true
Where is the helping hand, where's kindness gone.

So many homeless people on our streets. They have become invisible, we pass them daily yet we don’t always see them. There was a young woman who lived in the field where I walk Ruby. She and her male friend had a couple of tents under one of the trees.

I did keep away as they could be abusive and I was worried that Ruby being a Labrador would eat something she shouldn’t. They slept in the field at night and during the day they sat in an empty doorway near one of the banks. I used to talk to her in the town , buy her a coffee. There was a deep sadness in her she had lost a baby and I really felt for her.

He disappeared first, now she is gone, they have been replaced by others. I wonder where they are.

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Image from here

I do  not  know  who  this  man is but  I have used his  face more  than once when  writing  about  compassion. There  is  something  in his  eyes that  reach out  telling  his  story pain, grief  rejection it is  all there!

I used  his  face  last  at Christmas while I was  talking  about  Crisis at Christmas .  Crisis is  the National Charity  for single  hopeless people. They  are dedicated  to  helping  people  and  giving  them a chane  to change  their life’s for the better, to give  them hope.

The  Charity  works  all year  round of  course  but  they  also do  Crisis at Christmas.  Volunteers spend a  fortnight  cooking, providing  a  warm place  to stay  for those  lost and lonely people. They  give  them new  clothes, a  hair cut   and  also help  them  to change  their  lives if  they  want  to. They  help  with  finding somewhere  to live  or a job  interview .

They  show  real  compassion  they  help  and  they are unpaid and  they  really  make  a  difference.

Compassion Acrostic

Thinking of all those in need of compassion, at this time thinking of my brother in law lost in the grip of demantia and my sister coping but struggling.

I wrote this back in January 2015.

Compassion Acrostic.

Comfort me in my hour of need

Open your eyes and ears to me, take heed

Mindfulness is needed here in the world

Pain and grief are like weapons hurled.

All the woes of this vale of tears

Scream loudly in our ears

Sacred heart give us hope

In you we trust , help us cope.

OH! help us to help each other

Now in our hour of need to love our sister and brother.

Monday, Memories: Homeless at Christmas

I do  not  know  who  this  man is but  I have used his  face more  than once when  writing  about  compassion. There  is  something  in his  eyes that  reach out  telling  his  story pain, grief  rejection it is  all there!

I used  his  face  last  at Christmas while I was  talking  about  Crisis at Christmas .  Crisis is  the National Charity  for single  hopeless people. They  are dedicated  to  helping  people  and  giving  them a chane  to change  their life’s for the better, to give  them hope.

The  Charity  works  all year  round of  course  but  they  also do  Crisis at Christmas.  Volunteers spend a  fortnight  cooking, providing  a  warm place  to stay  for those  lost and lonely people. They  give  them new  clothes, a  hair cut   and  also help  them  to change  their  lives if  they  want  to. They  help  with  finding somewhere  to live  or a job  interview .

They  show  real  compassion  they  help  and  they are unpaid and  they  really  make  a  difference.

BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS

Blood on  my  hands, bright  red  and  warm

Where is  it  from , sticky  thick . Have  I caused  harm?

It  runs  slowly  down  my  fingers then drips on to the sand.

Where  am I , alone  here  with  blood on my  hand.

 

You  are  guilty it  is  your  fault all your  doing

The  machine of  war  keeps  turning  all hell ensuing

You can carry  all the blame, look at  this  world  you have  built

Never  mind  the blood on your  hands  there are  gallons  more  you’ve  spilt.

 

Who  are  you to  blame  me,

Show  yourself , reveal  your face  let  me  see.

Why  me,  what  have I  done  to have  blood on my  hands.

I have  done  nothing , I do not  wage  war I don’t  make  stands.

 

You  are  guilty it  is  your  fault all your  doing

The  machine of  war  keeps  turning  all hell ensuing

You can carry  all the blame, look at  this  world  you have  built

Never  mind  the blood on your  hands  there are  gallons  more  you’ve  spilt.

 

I am  no one  just  an ordinary  woman, I have  never  hurt  anyone

I have  never have I  killed  so why  is there blood on my hands

Why am I here, this empty place, dirty under  this  sun

I need  to  wash  this blood  from  my  hands.

 

You  are  guilty it  is  your  fault all your  doing

The  machine of  war  keeps  turning  all hell ensuing

You can carry  all the blame, look at  this  world  you have  built

Never  mind  the blood on your  hands  there are  gallons  more  you’ve  spilt.

 

I am your conscience, your  last  chance

Take off  your  blindfolds  and  stop  the devils  dance

Love  each other, share  what  you have   for a  change 

Before it is  too late , have compassion. That is not  so strange.

 

Just Jot It January:Acrostic Compassion

Comfort me in  my  hour of need

Open your eyes and ears to me take heed

Mindfulness is needed here in the world

Pain and grief are like weapons  hurled.

All the  woes of  this vale of tears

Scream loudly in our ears

Sacred heart  give us hope

In you we trust , help us  cope.

OH! help us  to help each other

Now in our hour of need to love our sister and brother.

This post is part of Just Jot It January hosted by Linda G Hill.

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