She represents every childhood Summer I ever had. Each one of them, more perfect than the last, merging year after year into each other, full of all of this Worlds pure majick.
Seafield, my childhood home, became a haven for every kid in the avenue to drop round and play.
How we played!!!! Summer days were spent playing at tents in the back garden, where our breakfast, lunch and tea, would be served to myself and my two sisters by our wonderful parents.
There was endless skipping games, space hopper competitions, bike rides, picnics galore, secret society clubs formed in my fathers garage, dolls tea parties, prams, dressing up and of course endless rounds of ice-cream and sweets.
Fridays were Mothers baking days, all manner of sweet treats were served up every Friday. Fridays were heaven on this earth, Fridays were baking days!!!!!
Our wonderful Mother cooked, baked, sewed, knitted, for she was the perfect home-maker. She was, in essence, 'Stand Alone Special' what made her stand out from the crowd, was her love for everyone she came into contact with. Treating everyone with the up-most of respect, quietly spoken, caring, I can literally count on one hand the number of times she would ever raise her voice.
She loved to love and in return, because of this, people loved her straight back.
When everything in this World is stripped and laid bare, love is all we have to hold onto. It forms the very fabric of all of our lives and the very thing we are all searching for, always that happy ending.
For over fifty happy years of marriage, our Mother and Father loved and remained devoted to one another. Even when my Father got cancer and my Mother was in a Nursing Home, my Father still visited her and did his up-most to look after her.
We lost them both, our Father to cancer in 2007 and my Mother the following year, in the Summer.
DUSTBIN LIDS AND DAISIES - IN DEDICATION OF A WONDERFUL MOTHER
I had your hand to hold for a while,
Illness and daisies and those dustbin lids,
Locking yourself away, to a World that didn't care,
My Mother, My Angel, My Very Best Friend.......
A body, yes a body, without a heart,
Belongs to a heart without a soul,
Crying now, perched on the edge of the bed,
Multiples of fustration, allowed to build up,
Too much illness, far too much pain,
I wanted you here, but you had to go!!!!!!
I told you to go, be with my Father,
Breathing shallow, then you took flight,
As free as an eagle to the other side,
My heart moved, it began to slide,
All warmth evaporated out of my soul,
Winter set in, yes Winter set in,
In the grip of Winter on a Summers day.
THESE THINGS OF MINE - IN DEDICATION OF A WONDERFUL FATHER
These things of mine, are for myself to keep,
Photographs, gold broach and your special yellow tie,
A love so strong, a love so chosen, a love so cherished,
It spoke of a marriage, which refused all its knocks,
Laughed at unfaithful and welcomed the best........
These things of mine, are for myself to keep,
As I carefully place the box on my bed,
Lifting up the lid, I imagine your face,
Fairylands of tinsel, baubles and grace........
You gave me the box when you were so ill,
With tears in my eyes,
It has come home to rest........
These things of mine, are for myself to keep,
A frozen kiss, a soul departed, treasured words,
Your life so unselfish, loving and kind,
My Father, my love, my very best friend........
These things of mine, are for ALL TO SEE,
As I stand by your graveside,
Locked in heart wrenching grief.
Thank you Mum and Dad For Saving My Soul.....
Seafield, my childhood home, became a haven for every kid in the avenue to drop round and play.
How we played!!!! Summer days were spent playing at tents in the back garden, where our breakfast, lunch and tea, would be served to myself and my two sisters by our wonderful parents.
There was endless skipping games, space hopper competitions, bike rides, picnics galore, secret society clubs formed in my fathers garage, dolls tea parties, prams, dressing up and of course endless rounds of ice-cream and sweets.
Fridays were Mothers baking days, all manner of sweet treats were served up every Friday. Fridays were heaven on this earth, Fridays were baking days!!!!!
Our wonderful Mother cooked, baked, sewed, knitted, for she was the perfect home-maker. She was, in essence, 'Stand Alone Special' what made her stand out from the crowd, was her love for everyone she came into contact with. Treating everyone with the up-most of respect, quietly spoken, caring, I can literally count on one hand the number of times she would ever raise her voice.
She loved to love and in return, because of this, people loved her straight back.
When everything in this World is stripped and laid bare, love is all we have to hold onto. It forms the very fabric of all of our lives and the very thing we are all searching for, always that happy ending.
For over fifty happy years of marriage, our Mother and Father loved and remained devoted to one another. Even when my Father got cancer and my Mother was in a Nursing Home, my Father still visited her and did his up-most to look after her.
We lost them both, our Father to cancer in 2007 and my Mother the following year, in the Summer.
DUSTBIN LIDS AND DAISIES - IN DEDICATION OF A WONDERFUL MOTHER
I had your hand to hold for a while,
Illness and daisies and those dustbin lids,
Locking yourself away, to a World that didn't care,
My Mother, My Angel, My Very Best Friend.......
A body, yes a body, without a heart,
Belongs to a heart without a soul,
Crying now, perched on the edge of the bed,
Multiples of fustration, allowed to build up,
Too much illness, far too much pain,
I wanted you here, but you had to go!!!!!!
I told you to go, be with my Father,
Breathing shallow, then you took flight,
As free as an eagle to the other side,
My heart moved, it began to slide,
All warmth evaporated out of my soul,
Winter set in, yes Winter set in,
In the grip of Winter on a Summers day.
THESE THINGS OF MINE - IN DEDICATION OF A WONDERFUL FATHER
These things of mine, are for myself to keep,
Photographs, gold broach and your special yellow tie,
A love so strong, a love so chosen, a love so cherished,
It spoke of a marriage, which refused all its knocks,
Laughed at unfaithful and welcomed the best........
These things of mine, are for myself to keep,
As I carefully place the box on my bed,
Lifting up the lid, I imagine your face,
Fairylands of tinsel, baubles and grace........
You gave me the box when you were so ill,
With tears in my eyes,
It has come home to rest........
These things of mine, are for myself to keep,
A frozen kiss, a soul departed, treasured words,
Your life so unselfish, loving and kind,
My Father, my love, my very best friend........
These things of mine, are for ALL TO SEE,
As I stand by your graveside,
Locked in heart wrenching grief.
Thank you Mum and Dad For Saving My Soul.....