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Waiting for those sweet faces that one can kiss,
to hold them close and to let them know your there,
telling them no matter where they are they will be surely missed,
whispering sweet nothings, tell them that you really care,

Tenderly touching their cheeks, kissing that brow,
smiling widely when you see them smile back at you,
bathing their cuts and scratches, dont make it a row,
telling them that bedtime story now its time for sleep too,

You look and watch them slowly grow into young men,
trying very hard not to scold when mistakes are made,
those first years are always the best, you look back then,
remembering those antics and pranks, doing favours for trade,

I remember those toy fights they used to like,
both attacking at once from different direction.
I also remember the days they each got their own bike,
its nice to remind yourself of your love and affection,

Time passes us all and we soon grow old,
now they have their own children to keep in memory too,
they no longer listen to you when told,
memories of my love for both of you.

Warm inviting arms
open wide
unconditional love.
Asking me
How was your day?
My church
My family
reaching out to me
making sure i am ok.
Being uplifted to
my family.
Trying to bring them
to church to show
Christ through
another way.
Sports
Events
Pulling them in.
Thank you
Lord for them.
My christian
brothers & sisters.
A gift from
GOD
THANK YOU.

The chesty coughs of infant's in the morn,
and the frost that melted,
on the inside of the bedroom windows.
Our beds blanketed,
with old coats,
that had seen better days of town's war and street fair.

Then Father would leave throught the tumb latched door,
to farm the land that kept our bellies fed.
Whilst Mother would fill the turf basket,
to rekindle the glow in the embers of the ash.

The water barrell, with it's thick lid of ice,
was broken to make the pot of tea.
Then Mother would make the stir-about,
For Johnny and me.

Father with his lone horse and plough,
would be warm by now.
And on his plate,
sat bacon, eggs and toast.
Cooked on the range that Mother slaved to.

When I became a man,
I ate from his plate.
My bacon, my eggs, my toast.

And looking back to then,
I lived the struggle.
Of rural life.
With my dirty cold bare feet of 1916.


Liza Mc Beth.

16/1/14.

As one gets older we look back over the years,
we made and lost many friends through neglect or death,
so many happy times and some with tears,
but what we have is family in depth,

Some of us are lucky we have plenty of kin,
a few of us only have themselves alone,
I remember the time I helped my sister break her shin,
but what awaits us all in the future is deaths tome,

So I ponder my time on this earth,
many mistakes and good choices too,
but in reality what is it all worth,
good times seem very rarely in view,

Now as time continues to roll on like a steady beat of drums,
I think carefully of the siblings my family,
most have children daughters and sons,
so for all this is my small homily,

I have a sister who has the terminal cancer plight,
now her husband is a slow sufferer too,
both have been always loving and full of fight,
their own big family growing all with life anew,

Here I sit maybe alone and in excellent health,
wishing at times at one can say or do,
wondering why sometimes the wrong cards are dealt,
My sister dear I would give the remainder of my life to you,

For then you can be there and watch the grandchildren grow,
morbid my thoughts of long life can be,
but some of us have lived through perilous times, many times so,
one or two here carry the same dreams of death we have seen and long to be free,

So you look up into the skies looking for the one called God,
praying and declaring your true loving faith,
we continue to grasp the straws and in this life plod,
so one day I will soon mourn members of my family as is the fate,

My mother the lasting matriarch,
growing older and frailer too,
I know you wish to go before your child leaves her spark,
so all the family you have, will always love you.

is only been a day or so
since you left for home
a hollowness in my heart
is an ache that has grown
my ears seek your soothing voice
my eyes search for your smile
in every corner of my day
each second is a mile
i fill my thoughts of other things
to kill time in its tracks
but slowly you return to me
as those thoughts slip through the cracks
i wait to hear your lovely voice
it sounds so far away
i wait to feel your softest touch
to enlighten my dullest grey
i know it's just a little time
before united we will be
but at this very moment
the distance is all i see.......

My first love was the woman who held me close to her breast,
through my early days she always made sure I was near,
then as I grew, I am sure to her I did dearly test,
in my youth I was that unholy cross to bear,

Then as my maturity grew and lifes experiences took its toll,
more siblings along the way to make the family,
my nature was always that of a wandering soul,
3 brothers and 2 sisters, so much rivalry,

Off I went to find my own destiny in this world,
no matter where I went or how I fared this woman always cared,
some places have memories which I never want to have unfurled,
after a score of years I returned, she held me close as if I have
always been there,

The years have quickly moved along and age shows its face,
this other man, this woman loved , I was never jealous,
for she loved this man so humbly and full of grace,
she built a life and filled the home full of love like a trellis,

It was 17th September 2010 a day never to forget,
this man was ill and so near to death, but he waited,
this woman rushed to his side and listened carefully to his last
breath,
with a smile she kissed his cheek, tears streaming unabated,

We all knew that he held on because of his catholic breviary,
This woman said in a quiet tone full of passion he waited for me,
For today was to be our 63rd Anniversary,
and one day again together we will be,

And now this woman still so proud and strong,
at 82 and beginning to become slightly frail,
and my love for her will always belong,
for is she is my mother and her love for me will never fail.

as i close my eyes
the melody carries me
far away
to a place where
happiness is in the air
where pain and sorrow
are but forgotten
laid to rest by the notes
that dance eloquently
within my joy
where i can be free
and find peace
so my soul can be nurtured
by voices in key
and allow lovely tones
to drift
through the hallways
of my mind
echoing forever echoing.......

the beat of a heart
reveals your plight
to young to give
to young to fight
do you accept your fate
is it destiny's date
your life a precipice
no need to berate
choices are
sometimes an err
tender your life
wonders to occur
will you or won't you
your mind a maze
how to find your way
through the haze........

I watched a hatching baby chick
struggling to break free from its shell
that was its home for many days
but now was time to say farewell

Mom had pecked into the shell
a tiny hole to start the process
She did her part dutifully
Now the chick must do the rest

I felt sorry for the struggling chick
and could almost feel the pain
I wanted to break off the shell
thinking it would ease the strain

Then I remembered someone said
the chick must struggle on its own
to start its heart and lungs working
for it to become fully grown

I stood and watched as a miracle
unfolded right in front of me
All by itself the chick broke out
and stood there so cute and furry

There is a lesson here for parents
who are raising a family
Be protective of your children
but do not do it overly

It's no heavy load to carry,
She tell's me,
To be kind,giving in loyal.

It's no heavy load to carry,
She tell's me,
To keep an eye on your friends and family
in times of trouble

It's no heavy load to carry,
She tell's me,
To go help your neighbor out,
We're only passing through in life,to figure that all out