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I can't believe it's been that long since I posted on this blog. Hopefully I'll be back with more to share and tell.

Life goes on...

Forgetfulness is a gift
The power to lift
The pain from your soul.
For pain is inevitable
Seemingly unforgettable
But just for a while.
But then life goes on
And with the pain gone
It is a joy to remember...

(13/5/09)

One Plus One

One plus one is two-
Boy do I love you.
One plus two is three-
I know you love me.
Two plus two is four-
Every day I love you more!
But I can't think of another sum,
To show you're great, Dear Mum...

(Written in 1995 for a pre-school Mothers' Day show)

Shall I Blog or Shall I Not?

To blog or not to blog, that is the question…
Whether tis nobler by my own to suffer
The silence and the turmoil of my world,
Or to fling my words amongst a sea of others’
And by engaging theirs forget my silence. To refrain
No more and in a blog to end all silence,
And a thousand other silences
That privacy is heir to. Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be abhorred by others.
To blog, perchance to speak the truth; ay there’s the rub,
For in our blog what truth may come,
When we have laid our breasts bear in our words
and caused some woe, and then be loathed by others

Time Out

Come, let us go you and I
And take a break from reality
To save our sanity.
Let us fly like a bird
Not saying a word
To the world.
We’ll go unnoticed
And live for a while
On only a smile.
Soon to return
To a world still the same
Mad and insane.
Reality at its finest...

Me Time

I think the airport is one of those crowded places where you can be completely alone. It is amazing that with so many people you can always get the chance to hear yourself think. I am sitting here with my glass of wine, typing away, oblivious to the world. Perhaps it is the anxiety before the trip that makes people too preoccupied with their own thoughts to be concerned about the person next to them. Suits me well. I am off to a wonderful vacation and I am quite enjoying the quiet of my own thoughts.

The Little Boy and the Rain

A little boy once asked the rain
To go and come another day!
For he was bored and wanted to play,
But he couldn’t go out in the rain.

The rain smiled down at the little child,
And gave him an answer ever so mild.
She said, ‘Without this rain my little Dear,
People would fill with sudden fear.
Without my rain the trees would die,
For who would water them way up high?

Without my water the seas would dry up,
And the roses the lily the buttercup.
Without my showers, there’d be no flowers,
No lakes, no streams, no birds and no bees.
No life and no ships without the seas,
No food to eat and nothing to drink,
A horrible picture- don’t you think?’

The child he thought of the rain’s reply,
And understood the reason why,
The flowers bloomed, and birds sang out loud,
And trees grew mighty tall and proud.
Why there was a lot to drink and eat
And grass grew green about his feet

He smiled and said, ‘Rain don’t go away!
For I can play another day.’

(written on the first rainy afternoon of fall ’96)