I Stood By Your Bed..


I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.

I whispered to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, you were thinking of the many times your hands reached out to me.

I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I’m not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my hand on you, I smiled and said “it’s me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It’s possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew … in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out … then come home to be with me.

(Unknown)

 


			

New Blog

If you have a spare minute or two please take a look at my second blog that  I am creating.

It is very different to this one. I have taken the decision to open up a little more and reveal another side to me that involves my home and family life.

It is for an extremely good cause that is very close to my heart. I am using it to help raise awareness for the Brittle Bone Society & the Osteogenesis Imperfecta Foundation. My youngest son has the condition and at present we are waiting a diagnosis for our daughter.

Although still in the early stages with regards to its content I believe it’s worth a peek ..

I’ll be updating this blog in the next day or so.  I have  poems in the pipeline.

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you all for the continued support and inspiring comments that I have received over the past few months. I look forward to visiting all your blogs and I apologise for sometimes not having the time to comment.

My free time Is quite limited.   A Saturday night when the children have gone to bed is when I get to  read blogs, be creative and update my blog. I do tend to get carried away though the time is now 8.30am Sunday and not a wink of sleep have I had.  **yawn** (the children are beginning to stir they’ve slept in a little longer than usual this morning giving me time to finish.    #Happy Days..

My ‘ME’ time is so precious, I would go crazy without it! :)   :)   I can always  sleep tonight!… xx  :)

Link to new blog:   http://tigeraven.wordpress.com/       **Thank you :)

Misplaced Key

I have spent some time away from here due to recent family events, when I got the chance to put pen to paper last week I discovered to my horror that in my absence I seem to have lost my mojo.

Inspiration is not really a problem I have lots of that.  There is no flow to my writing. The results are just a  mish-mash of good ideas that I’m simply ruining.

When I first started to write it became like a type of therapy for me … An escapism! Whilst I was enjoying my creative streak I was bowled-over to also discover the benefits of belonging to a great community of like-minded people.  

I don’t want to be left out of this loop…  

I would be grateful of any tips to get me up and running again. Thank you x   :0)

The following was written in frustration. I decided to publish it because it’s the only piece that actually makes some sense amongst my growing pile of papers.

It is a vicious circle from red right through to purple                                               Painted rainbow is the colour making lives we lead much fuller

Don’t write me off I will be back for inspiration is not where I lack
 No written verse can I complete no paragraph can I make meet

The words are there on various pages though the time it’s taken seems like ages
 Outlined ideas that are eventually appearing make no sense there is no feeling

Impatiently I am waiting for the key that does unlock the nightmare that I’m having..
 This is ‘My Writers Block’ …

I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen any keys!

Paper Tiger

Whilst your thoughtless intention to full fill your desire
Is to dance once again with the devil, play with fire.

You bring shame and disgrace to the foot of our door
all stops now! this instance, you’ll mock us no more.

Immoral intrusion brought about by your greed
forsaking all others with your self obsessed need.

Yet your arrogant front displays flaws, a fake essence

flaunting badge of honour, perhaps the ‘ignorance is bliss’.

But we know, don’t we Sir, we know it’s not true
as a man you lack the courage!.. oh yes Father that is the real you.

Declaration to no other, unanswered questions for your son,
avoiding any blame for all the damage that you’ve done.

The actions that you follow are those chosen by a coward..

Off you go now Daddy Dear, no need to dance, now run…..