Happy Mother’s Day.

Today is Mother’s Day in the UK so I would like to wish all mums anywhere in the world a very happy mother’s day.

I was spoilt my eldest son drove an hour and a half journey to meet hubby, hubby’s 98yr old mother to buy me dinner and bring me some chocolates. In fact the traffic was so bad it took him over two hours but he made it, he even bought his Nan chocolates too.

My youngest son met me Friday with his youngest son for coffee and he bought me a bouquet of flowers.

My middle son is popping in after he finishes work tonight.

So this year I have been really spoilt. I appreciate that because some years things have not been so smooth.

Sometimes I think we can expect too much of these “Days” Mother’s, Father’s, and Grandparent’s . They are all man made after all. So that the card makers, confectioners, florists and restaurants can make money.

We need to celebrate eachother every day, love, forgive and kind at all times.

My mum and Dad are both dead and I miss them so. I often feel the need to talk to them.

So where ever you are, love your friends, family especially Mum and Dad they will not be there forever.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Good Morning, afternoon or even goodnight , where ever you are and whoever you are if you are celebrating Mother’s Day I send you my love and sisterhood! It is Mother’s Day here in the UK . So I am sending a message out to everyone, love your mother’s every day and mothers love your children.

The photo below is my mum who I truly miss.

Mother Love Acrostic Poem

Mother love is selfless and deeper than an

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

Everlasting, open handed and without question.

Ready always to be sweep in and scoop you up .

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.

Song Lyrics Sunday: Flowers and Seeds.

This week the fantastic Helen  Vahdati of This Thing called Life One Word At a time. Said as it Mother’s Day in the United States we need to produce a song or songs with flowers in the words or title! I love this idea. 

Rules and Pingback here

Right here we go guess who , yes Imogen Heap , with a great little song that was used for an off beat American Drama Six feet under I love the song and the TV series. 

Lyrics by Imogen Heap.

I’m a lonely petunia in an onion patch repeat! 

And also by Imogen Propeller Seeds, well almost flowers.

“Propeller Seeds”

Propeller seeds
Corridor scene
Talk on, walk out.
It took me a minute, my mind was on other things
Oh, you got me at “Paris”
I must be coming down with something to be thinking this

What’s happening here?
I’m growing roots through my toes
And leaves from my fingertips

Unfold
Where does this story go?
Queue, food
Drink up
Continue

We float in tandem, past name tags and shaking hands
Immune to the hubbub of others
We’re deep in discussion, the party’s on mute.
(Oh woah, oh woah)
Our bubble’s got it covered
(Ooh…)
You want me, well you’ve got me
It doesn’t have to be today
I can’t believe I said that out loud

What’s happening here?
I’m growing roots through my toes
And leaves from my fingertips

I’m falling
What does this story know?
Wedding rings, children
Are all the good ones taken?
Rickshaw, disco
Goodnight kiss
Oh, cold shower

Call me for sweet… dreams of him
Where does this story go?
(Whoa whoa)
What does this story know?
(Whoa whoa)
What does this story hold… for us?

Lyric from A to Z Lyrics


And to finish the most haunting song  by Sting, Desert Rose. The Haunting voice of  Algerian raï singer Cheb Mami, fabulous song.

https://youtu.be/C3lWwBslWqg

Lyrics Desert Rose

“Desert Rose”

[Cheb Mami Introduction (Algerian Arabic):]
Hadaee mada tawila
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
[English:]
Oh night oh night
It has been a long time
And I am looking for myself and my loved one
And I am looking for myself and my loved one
And I am looking for myself and my loved one

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man’s desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing’s as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

[Cheb Mami (Algerian Arabic):]
Aman aman aman
Omry feek antia
Ma ghair antia
Ma ghair antia
[English:]
Aman aman aman
My life is for you
And no one other than you
And no one other than you

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

[Cheb Mami (Algerian Arabic):]
Ya lili ah ya leel
[English:]
Oh night oh night

Lyrics from A To Z

Happy Mother’s​day to all Mums celebrating Mother’s day today.


Mothering Sunday

Mother Love 

 

Mother Love

Mother love is selfless and deeper than the 

Oean, boundless and undemanding  

There when you need her. No judgement

However far or expensive to pocket or heart. Love is  

Everlasting, 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.

 

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This   song  reminds  me of  when my  mother  died  I miss her  so much I am crying  as I write!

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My Beautiful Mum 💗💜❤️

Happy Mother’s Day to everyone even if you have no children you have or had a Mum 💗

 Musicalmarch 🎵, Day 26,Mother’s Day, Imogen Heap.

Our Blog Sis Ritu at  But  I smile anyway has come up with another challenge for us this month Musicalmarch.

Ritu  said  : “Nothing too serious or tedious.Just a chance to share some songs! If you fancy posting a song for any reason this March, tag it #musicalmarch

Link to Ritu’s post

Today is Day 26 of #musicalmarch and as it is Mothering Sunday I am going to choose my most favourite singer songwriter of all Imogen Heap

 … Have I mentioned her before? ☺ Well maybe once or twice! 

Well Immie wrote the most beautiful song about mother hood, new motherhood intact, shortly after the birth of her first child.Florence Scout Rosie Heap Lebor. 

Here is the song and below are the words because I think they are important. 

Oh my tiny human
At 05:08 you break me apart again
The space-time continuum buckles and bends
Around your every twist and turn
I can barely remember life before you

Came crashing in on that day
Crazy beautiful you
Blind me like the dawn
After ashes fell on Pompeii
Crazy beautiful you

A miracle, a mystery
I’m one short stop away from joy to misery
When the night becomes day
I give you my every last ounce
You make a pincushion out of me
And you can thank me later babe
You can thank me later, if I’m alive

How long can one live without sleep?
Still, I can’t stand to imagine
Life without you

Came crashing in on that day
Crazy beautiful you
Blind me like the dawn after ashes fell on Pompeii
Crazy bright beautiful you

Suddenly propelled so many light years from bliss
Completely unprepared
How can anyone deserve this?
I’ve tried, I’ve tried all the tricks in the book
I’m at my wit’s end now
Look here, what do you want from me?

I can barely remember life before you

Came crashing in on that day
Crazy beautiful you
From the ashes of Pompeii
To fireworks and champagne
Crazy beautiful you

You little devil you
Oh I love you so much
It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done
But you’re so worth it
Yes, you are
You little devil you.

If We Were Having Coffee: Elections, V.E Day 70th Anniversary, Planets and Mother’s Day

If  we  were having  Coffee  :  time  again to ask how  are  you all are   and  what  have  you been up  to this  week!  Come in it is lovely  to see you all here again. The fires are lit and  the cushions are plumped up and  we have  the coffee and tea on  the go  and the cakes and sweets are all set out.  We  have  tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you.

If we were having  Coffee: I would ask  you what  has been going on in your world this week, has  anything  deeply affected  you, have  you need a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry  on or  just  needed someone  to make  you laugh! If  yes  feel free to talk it out  here  with us. We will all help if  we can.

If we were having Coffee: I would  remind  you  that  there  are lots of  other  coffee mornings  all shared  and organized  By  Diana  and  Gene’O  over at,Part time monster  

Well  now  what  has  been  happening  in  your  part  of  the  world? We  have  finally had  our  General  Election  and in  some places  local  council  elections  as  well.

It  really  seems  that  the Election  Campaign has  been  going on  forever  but  finally  this  Thursday  just  gone, 7th of  May  it  arrived! Hubby  and I  were  up  early  and  though  we went  to  vote  at  different  times  we cast our  votes  early.

If  we  were having  Coffee:  I would  tell  you  that   I was  amazed  to  see a universe of  planets  at  the polling  station! It was an interplanetary  experience!

Interplanetary voters

Interplanetary voters

I came  face  to  face  with  six  young  voters! It  was  their  last  day  at school and their  first Legal  Vote and  lucky  them  it  fell on  a General  Election!! Why  were  they  dressed as planets… well I  have  no idea  but I  do know  that in  recent  years  those  leaving  school  locally   have a fancy  dress  day  and a  leavers  ball! So I  guess  these  bright  young  things  decided  to  go galactic!

Would  you like  another  coffee  or  a piece  of  cake? There  are plenty  to choose  from, and  they  are  all calorie  free.

 

If  we  were having  Coffee : I would  tell  you  that Friday 8th May  was  the 70th Anniversary  of  VE Day read  more here.

The  three  days  of  celebrations  started  at  the  Cenotaph at 3pm, on  the  8th May.  the chimes of Big Ben and ceremonial guns at Wellington Barracks and the Tower of London marked a national two-minute silence. Guns were also sounded from saluting posts in Edinburgh, Cardiff and Belfast. Members of the public lined the streets and schools, organisations and companies across the UK participated.

Following the silence, the Last Post was played by a Royal Marine bugler and wreaths were laid by those attending. The service included a reading of extracts from Winston Churchill’s speech by Mr Randolph Churchill, Great-Grandson of Winston Churchill, hymns and a blessing and concluded with the playing of the National Anthem.

 

Over  200 beacons  were  lit  all over  England  on Friday  8th May  as  part  of  these  same  celebrations, more  details  here.

 

If  we  were having Coffee: I would  tell  you  that  in  this  week  of  General Elections, planet  sightings  and 70th  VE commemorations   that  the  hubby  and I  have been  busy too.

Now  I  know  that  the US  is  celebrating  Mothers Day  this  weekend I  want  to  wish  all mothers  a  wonderful  day   and  to  all children I  encourage  you  to do do  something  special  for  your Mums  they  love  you so!

Here  is  the poem I  wrote  for  my  mum  some years ago

Gentle she was

Mum

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.

Mum’s favourite flowers

Never to be forgotten.

If  we  were  having  coffee  : I  would  ask if you  could  do  with a  refill and  a cake. I  must  close  now  so  lets  go  and join  Paul  he is over  at  Mark’s place  this  week and  all his  guests they  are all enjoying  themselves  by  the fire!

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s

 

Mother Love Acrostic

Good morning or  good evening or  even goodnight , whereever  you are and  whoever  you are if  you are  celebrating  Mother’s Day  I send  you my love  and sisterhood! It is not Mother’s Day  here in the UK  but  that is not  a reason for me not  to shout out  my  solidarity to all mothers and wish them all well!!   ❤ ❤ ❤   So here is a poem I wrote  for our Mother’s  Day earlier  this year!   ❤ ❤

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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  

Everlasting, 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.

 

 

 

 

Wish You Were Here.

collage3We wish that you were here
So we could hold you near.
Today of all days we wish
That you our cheeks could kiss.
A mother in a million were you
We hope we told you enough , true.
In our thoughts you stay and on this Mother’s Day
We love and miss you so, that is all we have to say.

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Mother’s Day  in the UK   hense the Mum  poems. 

The photo  is of  my  lovely long gone Mum when  she was a young girl.

 

 

A mother’s poem

One , two, three sons you gave me                      

Difficult yes  but no one promised it would be easy!

Years have passed and they have grown

The have cluttered up my brain and destructed our home.

Times, you have scared us with your antics wild

Left home returned and left again smiling all the while.

Madcap travels in countries afar, crazy hair and fashions

those damn tattoos are like a scar!

Funny how all those piercings disappeared and all those

mad hair styles never stopped them advancing ( as I had feared)

Illnesses and broken bones all worked on and mended now

you all seem happy in your own homes with partners and friends .

And the youngest of you with memories of a wonderful wedding vow.

So many memories good and deadly bad you have made us happy and made us sad

you have broken our backs and broken our hearts run down dead end paths and had many a new start

Nothing worth having is easy and that is true but my boys we really do love you!

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