Journal entry:

My children and I weren’t born with silver spoons in our mouths: quite often we were alone together and their fathers were absent for whatever reason. There were no hands-on grandparents to help out, no high-flying career to bail us out of tough financial times. But you know what? You don’t get strong by swimming more

35 was my lucky number:

Maybe it was time to go back, She knew he would be there waiting for her, But then she remembered his emotional betrayal, She hadn’t rekindled their connection for that! She was trying to improve her life, Not to take a step back.   There are silent battles and steep hills, But she’s spread-eagled on more

She Sleeps With The Light On…

. . . Just in case, The night is still, There’s not a sound, Except the rumbling of a distant truck, Which propels her into a memory; It was of the time when she had her babies, A marriage bed full of passion, youth & hope, It was a time long before these lean times. more

Of Ponds & Balmy Nights:

He approves of almost everything about her,

And enjoys being her hero,

So when she says she needs time,

To concentrate on her relationship with her,

He holds her so tightly that it almost hurts,

She knows he’ll always be there if she changes her mind,

“Don’t sit by the pond without me, particularly on those balmy nights!”

He will anyway,

She knows it.

 

Mr Wordsmith:

She liked to “rescue” the hopeless cases, Or that was what she was told anyway, But also, he had to have a way with words, To read her soul, to woo her back as she was walking away, Reminisce over the good times, Talk to her about nothing, in particular, to relax her, Gratefully receive more

Sunshine on a cloudy day:

I knew you before I read your words, I sensed your spirit and spoke with you, Before ever I saw your name, And there you were shining like a ray of sunshine, “Don’t get too carried away, though” I told myself, “Life is still life, after all,” This dark night of the soul has me more

When God Doesn’t Exist:

Hedonists will reason, Hedonists will talk, They’ll let you know, You’re not the thing, If you exercise or walk.   They’ll try to get you drunk, And they’ll try to drug your drink, They don’t have children of their own, But they’ll tell you what they think.   The first to point out all your more

Little Boy Lost:

My little brother, Lost at sea, My little brother, Come back to me, Where could he have gone? Where could he be? He’s knocked out with amnesia, All these years; ten and three, (and not eaten by sharks after all), Or faked his own death maybe, Swim little brother, Swim home to me! Or maybe more

Winter dreams:

The way we were – dream theme song She hears snoring in the next room, But there’s no-one there, Is it the ghost of him, him, him or him? But before that she had awoken from a dream, About her lost love, It had the saddest theme song, But even before that, Before sleep, She more