Thursday photo prompt: Forgotten #writephoto

“Please

Don’t leave

Me standing.

Without you my

World would crumble.

It’s you makes me whole

Giving me life and soul.

If you leave me I will fall.

Together we are strong, united.

If you leave me I will be nought at all.”

So spoke the flowers to the old brick wall.

Who smiled and replied “without you I

Am nothing,without you I’d fall.

We need eachother to thrive”

So the fragile flowers

Through mutual care

Lived happily

With the old

Tired

Wall.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Happy Father’s Sunday.

To Father’s everywhere, two poems I wrote in 2015.

Acrostic, Father.

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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.

💜💜💜

New 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.

💜💜💜

Finally I bring this one out every year.

A tribute to my Father 1905 – 1976

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He was a quiet man, he was a helpful caring man.

Handsome in his youth a dashing man,a fighter for rights.

A union man, a fighting for the under dog man, a “I’ll do it if I can man” .

He met my Mum, a wooing man, a handsome flashing eyed Irishman.

A black haired almost wild man, a stand up for what I am man.

A good man to trust your life to and my Mum did,

He was an out in the open man. What see is what you get man, nothing hid.

He worked hard he was a family man. A sturdy, bring home the wages man,

A giver, comforter, a lover man. A home maker man some one to carry the can man.

A there until the end man.

He was a stern man, when you had done wrong, though he was a quick to praise man.

A happy to teach you a lessen in a song man. A teacher man,sometimes a preacher man

An always there when it counted man. He was a father of the bride man, and he handed all his daughters away.

He was the man who supported his sons when they became the married men.

He was a support man, and adviser man the lover of lilies of the valley man.

He was reunited with my Mum man when they saw us all gone.

He was a plain man to the end man, not a flourish and bouquet,

Nor a black magic man,an honest to the end man.

He was a deaf man, but he heard what was important man!

At the end, a blind man, in stature a tiny man in truth a giant man.

A truly missed man , a wish you where here man.

He is a gone but not a forgotten man.

Image of the Lilies

Happy Father’s Sunday All.

6th year Blogiversary!

Imagine  my  surprise  when I  received  this  message  yesterday ! Six  years, honestly where  have  those  six  years gone.  Now  I can  honestly  say I  have  grown in  those  six years  and  not  only older. I  have  gone  from a  woman locked into  pain  and  fear  to, I  hope  a woman in  control of  the pain  and  fear.

I started  blogging  about  pain  and  the  fears  that  beset  me  after my  accident. Now I hope  I  blog  poetry  and  prose  about  much  wider  subjects. I  have  met  wonderful  people  on  here  and  I so  grateful  for  the  friendship  and  support I  have  received here and I  do  hope I  have  returned  it  all too. I  have  also  attended two  bloggers  Bashes , the  second  one  completely on  my  own !! Meeting  fellow  bloggers in  person  is  just  so  wonderful!

So I  guess this  is  my  6th Blogiversary! Cakes, balloons  and  drinks  all round  lets  party! I owe  you  all a  hug  THANK  YOU !!

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Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.

Every Damned Day December

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In  unity  with LindaGHill  and her new  friend Dylan Dailey, I am going to attempt to write a blog post every day in December.

It’s not going to be easy, what with Christmas coming and having the family to take care of, but what the heck.

If I can make it through NaBloPoMo, why not EvDaDaDec?

Who else is with me?

You can find Dylan’s blog here : http://treatmentofvisions.com/

Let’s do this thing!

 

Rescuse

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Reaching up stretching hard, hoping for strength

All seemed too much but a sisters words came at length.

Then a hand was offered from across the water

offering more help than I deserve . More than this girl ought -er .

Time to call on the red shoes , give me strength

saving hands from sister and across the pond are on same wave length.

Thank you, thank you I shall try to re spread my wings and fly.

Strength in truth, I shall find the strong me of my youth.

 

 

 

Thank You Friend

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Our eyes met across the busy bus. Little did we know that it was just the beginning of us.

We were so young we did not know the future we had no idea of the paths we had stepped out upon.

We got off at the same stop and followed each other to the house, eye contact then smiles we had to laugh. We had we had both met our other halves . Brothers different yet the same would lead us a dance in life’s harsh game.

Through good and bad we lent support, shared the joys and comforted each other when life made us sad. Our friendship meant so much to me, sometimes  you were the only thing between insanity and me. I feel I did the same for you it was no chore I was happy to .

You have been the best friend to me always there when I have been in need of an ear to hear my woes or to share  some jokes that curl our toes. I don’t think we have had cross words , well at least none that I have heard. I know you got the hump that time I brought round the boys and you got  their Mumps I did not realize but the crime was mine!

You are a Grandma I am not but maybe one day I will  have use for  a travel cot? We can share each others joys I have seen your girl grow and you have done the same with my boys.

I just don’t know how else to say you have helped me through some of my darkest days just to know that you are near is enough to quell most fears. To know you are at the end of the phone or email is enough to make life’s horrors pale. I hope that you know that you can expect the same from me just snap your fingers and I shall be there for you ………… just try it and see.

I write these silly words for you, they are the best that I can do to say thank you to you.

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