Crisis at Christmas

I originally wrote this in December 2013 but it is still relevant so. Have revamped it a little. I make no apologies for repeating this poem most years.

I hope it won’t snow this Christmas

It’s one of my biggest fears.

It was so bitter last year even

Thinking of it makes me shed tear.

The homeless won’t be eating Turkey with all the trim

Unless they find a charity shelter which they can get in.

The people at the shelters are angels from up above

They give their time and plenty love.

They really are saviours they really do so much good.

They give warmth and comfort, dinner and even Christmas pud.

OH! why are they out here I hear you say.

There are lots of reasons, have you got all day?

Dave got made redundant the bills he couldn’t pay

So the bank stepped in and took his home away.

His wife could not stand the B&B that the social offered them

So she took the children off to live with her mum so Dave won’t see them again.

Jen, she was cheeky girl always having fun

Staying out late and playing up in the end it got too much for her mum!

After a big row one night in the summer she asked Jen to go,

So she is struggling alone out there.When your homeless it is amazing how fast your friends all go.

Rob well his story is very sad,

It all started with his drinking then he discovered drugs. He became violent and everything turned bad.

He fell out with his mother’s boyfriend who told him he had to go

And then threw him out into the December snow.

The reasons are legion you can take your pick,

People who loose their jobs because they became sick

From parents who can’t cope

To addictions that make you loose all hope,

Parents or family who beat you, family who will not stop at a touch

They want you to give them way too much.

This may all seem morbid this may all seem too sad

I hate to tell you all, things can be so very, very bad.

People young and old see their hopes and dreams unfold and vanish in clouds of smoke

As they end up on the streets lost and without any hope.

So enjoy your Christmas parties, your families and your Yule tide fare

But as you raise a toast remember the homeless ones out there .

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Mary and Jo Day 11

Anya was busy she had three rooms left to do

Then another hallway after that she would be through.

Suddenly her vacuum died and went quiet,

Turning round she found the housekeep looking concerned and white!

“According to your records you were a doctor in your country, is that true.”

“Yes “said Anya , thinking that was another life, “just what is that to you.”

“It is that young couple staying in David’s room they have no money and she is not well. Could you check her out I will get Hannah to finish off your rooms.”

Without another word the two women made for David’s snug

Anya pleased to be able to use her given expertise, felt like giving the Jean a hug!

When they arrived Mares looked stressed with pain, fear in her eyes.

When she was told of Anya’s skills she was so relieved she cried.

Irena was there too and she smiled at Anya you need to reassure our patient that we know just what ticks

And what she has here, now, is a case of Braxton Hicks.

Anya checked Mares out and with Irena she agreed

That for Mares to rest and relax really was of the greatest need.

Jean the housekeeper smiled and said that would be fine

David was sharing with the concierge and the manager had seen the couples good effect on his business so he certainly would not mind.

Irena gently told Mares that before she had travelled here and become a maid she had been a midwife and Anya was a doctor and so a birthplan between the three of them made.

Jo was so relieved he went for a walk

And as he was hoping Gabe turned up for a talk.

Gabe told him to fear not that all would go well and after the babe was born as soon as Anya told them all was well they should pack up and go.

Happily humming Anya almost skipped along to her room

From the back of her cupboard she dug out her Drs bag and her books from where they had laid hidden in the gloom.

At last she thought, I can again do just what I love,

Even if it was just for a short time it was like a gift from up above.

Irena too was happy she and Anya were good friends they had travelled to this hotel together and now together they could practice medicine again!

Magi.com had landed and were Hilton bound in their hired limousine they needed food , drink and rest but after that to find the babe they were very keen.

After research on the plane they were even more determined not to contact herod.com again.

This is another excerpt from a version of the the Nativity story, that I wrote all through December 2011. It started here Mary and Jo Part 1

Twittering Tales #107 – 23 October 2018

This is my entry for Kat Myrman‘s Twittering Tales.

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SILENCE.

There’s no peace since the ravens arrived, crawing and whirling around the roof.

The day they began to roost was the day the Ents came.Trees with arms and voices.

Surly it couldn’t get any worse?

Then the grumbling pumpkin turned up in a box of gourds. I’ve not slept in months.
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One-Liner Wednesday

Today I am a  headless chicken….. It’s Official!

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part of LindaGHill’s  #1LinerWeds

Regarding the Spam Monster

Dear all of  you out  there  who  follow  me

Can  you  pop  to  your  spam box  and  see

If I  am languishing in there sad and  silent.

If I am don’t  be scared I  won’t  get violent.

 

Lovely  Hugh  of Hugh’s Views and News

Sent me  a link telling  me  what  to  does!

But before  I  take on Askismet for  a  fight

I need  to know if  I’ve been  spammed..Right?

 

So  could  you  all please check  and  see

And  if  I  am there  please please  tell me.

So I  will  thank  you  all in  advance for your kindness

And  hope  the  Spam Monster we can forever banish

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Help I think the Spam Monster is after me!

What  can I  do, a  couple of  people  have  told  me  they  have  had  to  fish  my  comments  out of  their  SPAM boxes!  I  do  hope  the  Spam Monster  is not  after  me but just in case  it  is  please  check  your spam boxes especially  if  I  seem to  be ignoring  you !

Love  to  you all  willow xxxxx

 

Song Lyric Sunday, White Flag, Dido.

This is part of Helen Espinosa‘s Song Lyric Sunday.Helen’sprompt this week is : A song that helps pull you out of a dark place.  


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Well I have been in some dark places over the years and I always turned to music and lyrics.So once again I have had to put on my thinking cap. 
Now I could turn to Immie but I know that could be very boring for you all so.

Let’s go back to 2003 I was at a very low ebb physically and mentally.I was still reeling with back pain and deep depression. I found Dido, White Flag . To me it was a song about knowing that you have reached rock bottom. No one will or can help you, you have to do it all yourself or go down.

Thanks in part to this song I did drag myself up. So here are the lyrics and video I hope they can help someone else too. 


White Flag. Dido

I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn’t say it, well I’d still have felt it
Where’s the sense in that?

I promise I’m not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

But I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess and destruction
To come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can’t talk to me again

And if you live by the rules of “it’s over”
Then I’m sure that that makes sense

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

And when we meet
Which I’m sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I’ll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I’ve moved on….

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

Lyrics from A to Z lyrics

If We Were Having Coffee – June 13/2015 :Guest Post

The New Patient

Afternoon Tea

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul, I’ll be your barista today. I’m happy to see you have come for a cuppa and a chat. Please come into the garden and make yourself comfortable. Willow has put out the cushions on the chairs and set the table under the canopy so we can have a cuppa and chat. As usual, I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. Also available is a large selection of spirits for addition to your cuppa or in its place. We can relax amongst the flowers while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

Friday evening I walked into dialysis in a good mood – humming under my breath. I was early and my chair was empty, which meant I could take my time and arrange the chair and sheets and pillows to my liking while I got ready for treatment. My regular position is adjacent to the nursing station and admin area. They will often line up in-patients on stretchers or wheelchairs next to the desk and tonight was no exception. Most times the patients are either lost in their own thoughts, asleep or in pain. Tonight as I walked by the station a gentleman on a stretcher called out to me and asked if I was a dialysis patient. I answered in the affirmative and walked over to lean on the desk next to him. He asked how long I had been a patient and I told him 8 years. He told me that this was his veryfirst dialysis. He was in his late forties and had an air of authority about him. He showed me the perm catheter they had installed for dialysis – the usual starting point for new patients. I showed him the scar where my original perm cath had been installed, and then my fistula. I asked how long he would have to be on dialysis (some patients have temporary treatment during times of kidney infection or other issues) and he told me he was a permanent patient. He wanted to know about the treatment and pain control and worst side effects. I, in turn, emphasized that the dialysis personnel, nursing and admin strived to make the unit feel like a safe place for the patients and he should speak up if he had any concerns or questions or felt any pain. I could feel that he was understandably nervous and I worked to assuage his concerns. I tried hard not to lie to him and simultaneously not to alarm him. And he was asking questions about far future events – questions that made it clear to me that he didn’t quite get this yet. Dialysis treatment is not a fix for a problem that puts things back on course- dialysis is an alternative to death and so there are continual and recurring issues that pop up like dominoes falling. The train of his life had just made a turn at a switch and would never again be on the original track – as much as he could temporarily still see the original track, he would never return to it.

Would you like another cuppa while we chat? Perhaps a sweet? I hadn’t really noticed my change in attitude over the years as I slowly came to realize that what happens next isn’t really important – what happens now is the most important. Focus on now and everything else will eventually work out. When I spoke to Ken, it was like looking back in time and speaking to myself 8 years ago. It was an interesting conversation. I had always griped about the doctors and staff not being open about warning of the coming future, but now as I stood in front of this frightened man who was seeing all his life’s plans and his future change, I couldn’t help but edit my own words to remove the coming angst. There was no way that in his frame of mind he would have been able to properly process those words. I wonder, does that make me hypocritical? Here I was doing thevery same thing that I most detested in others.

The nurses came to roll Ken to his dialysis and one nurse, Tau, quipped that I should write a book. I teased her that I would be sure to include the night she hit the back of my dialysis machine with a stretcher, breaking off a water line and creating Lake H (H is the dialysis unit). She laughed so hard she turned beet red. Ken and I exchanged good-byes, leaving me thoughtful. I hope that I gave him some small amount of peace about his coming life without omitting too much or alarming him. It’s a fine balance. I learned a lot about myself in that conversation with Ken.

On that note, that’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in with another cuppa and enjoy the garden. Sweets anyone? Please join me in thanking Willow for her invitation to tea. We are all honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Willow is over there serving her guests and chatting it up. Let’s go see how she is today. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you back here for sweets and beverages of your choice again next week.

Homemade Pink Cupcakes Await a Birthday Tea at School for a Young Girl’s Sixth Birthday Photo by : Belinda Borradaile

And of course  the

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Band Aid 30 : Ebola: Day 18 Nano Poblano

No touch no need

No touch no pass the seed

Of death . Tears of a baby

Can kill  you maybe

You didn’t know

Death passes that easily, so

Do  not hug or comfort

Do  not kiss or support.

It spreads like wildfire

Ebola kiss of death.

 

Yea Mark 

 

The Meeting Nano Problano

 

It had been a long day

As I walked home I was tired.

So I stopped for a rest along the way.

I was lonely and fed up too

I know I have a family and a husband true.

That doesn’t always make things right you know,

To the outside things may look perfect but that isn’t always so.

As I sat there I had a chat with God as I often had before,

Now don’t go telling people that or they will say I am off the loop or more!

I sat there telling him my fears when suddenly a really pleasant man appeared.

“May I sit here ” He asked “you look troubled can I help?”

There was something special about this guy he had a kindness in eyes

A gentle smile, he put me at my ease, he just did I can’t say why.

He asked me what was troubling me and why I looked so sad.

It was so strange because immediately I was telling him openly of all the troubles I felt I had.

I don’t know how he did it but he put me at my ease and let talk for hours,

He listened to me and he did not chide or tease.

There was no anger or irritation in his voice or eyes.

He seemed happy to listen and was not embarrassed when tears fell from my eyes.

He didn’t say much but his presence was such a comfort he made me feel alive.

Quietly he seemed to give me Strength he seemed to make me thrive.

As we sat there and the world went by

I felt a peace return, he made me feel myself again, he made me want to try.

The things that were weighing me down and making me feel so small

Were really not insurmountable, he made me feel as if nothing was too difficult at all.

Eventually  I said I really ought to go I noticed the time

He said he would walk with me as his path was the same as mine.

I felt so safe in his company , like I never had before

He made the walk seem effortless as he saw me to my door.

I turned to ask him in for a cup of tea

But he was gone and no one was standing next to me.

Strange, yes it was but I remembered all he had said

And the gentle feeling of his being remained inside my head.

I hope we meet again one day for I shall never forget

The feeling of his kindness and his touch the day we met.

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