Loveuary Day 17: Never to See you.

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

Link to Ritu’s post.
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Today Day  17  I  am going  off  prompt  to  present  one of  my  own. I am a  grandma   of  a  beautiful  boy , ( dearest  boy, Newbie) . Sadly  things  have  not  always  run  smoothly  in  the  34 months that  he  has  been on  this  planet. I  wrote  this  poem at  worst of  times  for  me. Things  are  far  from  perfect  even  now  but  there is  a  thaw  and  we  do  see the  darling  boy  occasionally. Also  there is  another  grandchild  due in June ….another  boy. My  husband and I shall never  be  as involved  as  my  daughter in law’s  parents  but  that  is  not  for  lack of  trying.

So  today’s  post  is  about  the pain  caused  by  a  rift  in  a  family  the  love  for  a  grandchild  or  even  child  that  one  can  not  see  for  whatever reason. loveuary

Never  to  see  you  again.

If I never  saw  you again? I would not die.

There would be nothing I’d want to see. I would cry.

If I never  heard  your little voice? It would not be of  my choice.

There’ll music, speech and birdsong. Yet nothing to make  me rejoice.

 

So  full of  hopes  and dreams, for you was I

I hoped  to spoil  you, teach you, love you  then watch you fly.

I may not  witness all this now, it is true.

Please believe  me, to not see you, is not  what I want to do.

 

If I never  held  your hand again. It would cause  me pain

Photos  and second hand  news are not the same.

I shall carry  my  memories with me all the time

I shall savour  them as a glass of of vintage wine.

 

Let me tell you now, though  you may never see this page

I pray all this will pass and something will dissolve the ‘Adults’rage.

Watching  you from afar, keeping  you in mind, praying all will be well.

I shall pray every night  for sense to win out, and end this hell.

 

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Day 1 :Loveuary: The Lovers

The Lovers

Meet me at the station she said.

I will he replied, his mind in her bed.

Smothering a smile she shifted her legs

I need you honey, come he begs, begs.

 

Her feet tip tap along, in a hurry

He is off and out the office, scurry

Together in a lustful embrace

Hot breath in her ear, your place, place.

 

Difficult to walk when so aroused

Her nipples harden under her blouse

Rushing now they can’t wait, breathing

Touching, exciting , needing, needing.

 

Finally  behind the door once more

Clothes scattered hastily on the floor

Legs wide soon passions are sated

Time now back to their lives, hated, hated 

                     💖💗💝💟💞💝💖💝

This poem is for Ritu’s #Loveuary 

Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

My  poem, The lovers ,  is inspired by the statue at St Pancras  Station London

Pingback to Ritu’s post
Rules here

The Three Days,Quotes Challenge. Day 3

​​Thank  you  to Sue  Vincent   for  sending me  the  The Three Days , Quotes Challenge

I would like to invite DaleMark and Kat to join in if they would like. 

Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did – that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that – a parent’s heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.
Debra Ginsberg

Paul Curran, Gone to lead that convoy in the sky.

Paul first appeared in my comments some few years back. He was always full of wisdom and kindness. I was amazed at how interesting and honest his comments were. 

It was after one such wordy diatribe that I asked him why he did not have his own blog. He waffled on about lack of internet and a decent computer. After some discussion we decided he would contribute to, If We Were Having Coffee, every Sunday Morning on my blog.

Blow me down if he was not soon getting more traffic than my own version of If We Were Having Coffee!!! 

There was no way I could be really jealous though because weather it was a story from his trucking days or the people in and around his apartment block, or even  the people he met and helpped at the hospital he attended for dialysis it was a beautiful epistle or modern day fable. He was an angel, a knight in shining armour he helped so many. Paul helped me and gave me courage and so much strength.

Once Paul disappeared from our pages completely, I got in touch with Mark at markbialczak and then we put out an SOS then Linda G Hill who lives in Canada went round to his appointment and made sure he was okay… That is how much he meant / means to us!

So Paul as much as it grieves me to have to say goodbye it has been a pleasure to have known you. I shall grieve you deeply. Sleep well and be at rest with the universe. 

God bless Paul rest in peace. 

Two Feet and Four Paws.

In the early morning quiet

Feeling the first warmth of the sun

Mist on the  grass startled bird in flight

Peace before another day has begun.
Two feet and four paws move in tandem

This path is ours  we know it well

Fate has us together yet it is not random

Two  feet,  four paws breaking the dawn’s spell.

 

Gently we cross the fields of green

Four paws faster than two feet

In the early morning quiet we are seen

Together and happy we are complete.

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A picture  of  the hubby   walking  Ruby.  Why  not  a photo of  me ….. Because  I  was  walking her  and  there  was  no one  to  take a  photo of Ruby and  me at  6.30 am!

Here is one of  Ruby  after  her  return  !

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Song Lyric Sunday: Falling Softly

Helen Espinosa at This life One Word At A Time said our theme for Song Lyric Sunday is to post a song that was featured in a movie.  It can be a song from a favorite movie, or one of your favorite songs that was featured in a movie.”

Pingback and Rules here  and also here .

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Well this is not easy today because I am distracted. Also it does not seem long since I posted my most favourite movie song , Can’t take it in , by Imogen  Heap, from The Chronicles of Narnia.

Well as I have written about that one recently I shall put my thinking cap, walk the dog and come back to this post.

Right  I am  back  from  my  walk  and  I  have  come up  with  a  song  and  film  that I  fell in  love  with in  2007   a beautiful  story.   A modern-day musical about a busker and an immigrant and their eventful week in Dublin, as they write, rehearse and record songs that tell their love story.

The  plot  of  the  film is : An (unnamed) Guy is a Dublin guitarist/singer-songwriter who makes a living by fixing vacuum cleaners in his Dad’s Hoover repair shop by day, and singing and playing for money on the Dublin streets by night. An (unnamed) Girl is a Czech who plays piano when she gets a chance, and does odd jobs by day and takes care of her mom and her daughter by night. Guy meets Girl, and they get to know each other as the Girl helps the Guy to put together a demo disc that he can take to London in hope of landing a music contract. During the same several day period, the Guy and the Girl work through their past loves, and reveal their budding love for one another, through their songs. Written by Charles Delacroix     Details  from here   

GLEN HANSARD LYRICS

“Falling Slowly”
(with Markéta Irglová)

I don’t know you
But I want you
All the more for that

Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can’t react

And games that never amount
To more than they’re meant
Will play themselves out

[Chorus:]
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice
You’ll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can’t go back

Moods that take me and erase me
And I’m painted black

You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It’s time that you won

[Chorus:]
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice
You’ve made it now

Falling slowly sing your melody
I’ll sing it loud

Lyrics  from Here 

 

I sat  and  watched  this  film  and  cried  and  cried  it is  so beautiful  and  the  songs in it are just  so beautiful  as  as is  the  story.  The  songs  are  sung  by  the  actors  in  the  film  Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová.     Both  talented  singers.

The  film  is  set in Dublin, the  city  where  my  father  was  born  and  though I  am a Londoner  it  always  feels like  home  when I visit. To see  this  beautiful  story  set in  a place  I  know  and  recognize makes it  all  the  more  special!   I cannot  recommend  this  film enough!

Another song  from  the  film!

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