CARDS

CARDS


Humble folk, with weathered faces, trampling through the snow
Sparkling Christmas tree baubles and church candles that glow
Cheery red-breasted robins that are merrily singing,
In the lane the sound of church bells, joyously ringing.

Carol singers in unison, with their lanterns so bright
Gather in the town square, on a dark snowy night
An old fashioned coach, pulled by a white horse.
Little children playing,  with snowballs of course!

Baby Jesus lying in a manger, amid a stable so bare
Wise men, and shepherds,  in wonder they stare,
Mary and Joseph, their hearts filled with love
While Angels smile down from the heavens above.

These winter scenes and there are many more
Adorn Christmas cards, that we buy by the score.
We send to our loved ones and friends, far and near.
To wish them Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

 


©  Ann Wilson

More Saturday Ramblings.

Feel better after getting to sleep in the early hours -  eventually!
Up and dressed now.

Karen is popping round later with a few bits and pieces for me, ie newspaper with Christmas tv mag in it, plus essential milk and bread.
Not bothering going to town this am.

I haven't been able to face going in our favourite cafe, as we spent so much time in there, albeit happy ones.
My friend has booked Christmas lunch there for 21st, so will definitely make it then. We will have a toast to absent friends no doubt ❤

My life is having to take a different path now, without my lovely Paul.

He would not want me to be unhappy. 

Everyone has been so kind and supportive. Thanks to you all for that.

Saturday Morning Ramblings.

Well here I am at 12 30am in the morning, sad, alone and almost destitute, until my housing benefit is sorted. I expect I will have to ring them up soon, as heard nothing yet.  My friend Brenda says it takes them ages to sort it out. Hope they do by the time my rent goes through in January 2019.

If Paul could see me now, bless him, he'd be horrified as he thought, mistakenly as it turns out, that I would benefit from his private pension.  I won't get a penny - though I always suspected as much, so it wasn't a total shock. Our happy 24 years together count for nothing in the eyes of the law.  His dying so suddenly was a total shock. I miss him so much. I wish I'd told him I loved him more often, though of course he knew I did.

This time last year we were getting ready for our holiday over Christmas in beautiful Wales. Little did I know then, it would be our last one together.

Life is truly a bitch at times.  I'm writing this blog post at well past midnight, as I can't bloody well sleep -  thinking if only I could have known his heart was about to give out, should I have been more observant ? - did the hospital really look after him that well, was there more they could have done?  All pointless now - it won't bring him back.

Then I keep worrying about how I'm going to manage financially and I feel selfish for thinking it, because I am at least still alive and kicking and I suppose I should be grateful for that.

I will carry on with my ramblings, as they are a kind of therapy! Depressing reading though, for anyone who bothers!

I fell asleep eventually. It's now 9 36 am. Still in my night attire, lazy daisy that I am - Paul would not approve.

Time for breakfast.

Happy Christmas all x

Life

As we go through life, it's our little everyday actions that can mean so much.
A few kind words can make someone feel their worth and know they are appreciated.
A loving hug to someone who has lost their way, can help to lessen anguish and make that person feel they are not alone, especially in those awful times of bereavement and sorrow.
A strong arm around a shoulder can give another the strength to carry on.
A few wise words can mean so much and will be remembered in times of trouble and give comfort.

Never be afraid to say you are sorry to someone. We are all human, we make mistakes and will have many regrets, but it is never too late to heal rifts whilst people are still living. Remember that.

Knowing that you are loved and the ability to love in return, are the  greatest gifts in life.
If you can, try to be kind.
If you can, be just and fair.
If you can, as none of us will live for ever, make each day the best possible.
Love the seasons and never cease to wonder at the beauty of our universe.

Our days on earth are numbered. Make each one count.

Enjoy your one life, try to be happy, laugh a great deal, despite all the odds, plus the adversity that life often throws at us, without warning - but most of all,  just LOVE

Ann Wilson

11th December 2018.

Over one hundred years on. Life is Precious.

I'm growing old, but as a young man, you died.
Each November the eleventh, I wear a poppy, with pride.
For I can still see the moon, golden sunshine and showers.
Whilst you never survived, to spend precious hours.

Future plans were denied you, didn't see your children play.
You never woke to their giggles, at the break of each day.
See them jump on a swing,  blow bubbles in the air - or do all the mad things that only kids dare!

You missed all the trials of seeing them grow, the excitement of Christmas -  their first pantomime show.
Opening small presents, with joy in their eyes.
Unaware of their mother, softly stifling her cries.

She wept for her soldier, who didn't return,  that pain in her heart would continually burn.
A wedding ring to cherish, a photo or two.
She kept his memory, for her children, it's all she could do.

So when I look back at my life, the good and the bad.
I'm thankful I survived, though sometimes feel sad.
For a hundred years have pased, since your great sacrifice.
But we still have not learned, how precious is LIFE.

Ann Wilson  November 3rd 2018.

WELCOME, THE AUTUMN

A farewell from the Summer.
as Autumn takes the stage.
Pretty blooms are fading fast,
spent annuals start to age.

A prelude to the Winter,
pleasant breeze before the chill.
With colours ever changing,
Autumn's promise will fulfil.

Late asters in their element,
vibrant dahlias, grasses tall;
adding beauty to the garden
as the gilded leaves now fall.

I watch them softly shedding
as they greet the waiting earth.
Knowing nature will recycle.
Nature is rebirth.

Reflections in the Night Garden.

A poem in progress.

I love the serenity of the dark, sensual night

An indigo sky - a full moon so bright

A myriad of stars twinkling up above,

Reminds me of the past and the angst of lost love.

One special love - I thought we'd never be parted - 

My world shattered in pieces
and left me broken hearted.

But time heals pain, a cliche, I know.

As the years roll on, you have to let it go.

Summer nights, in the garden, I reflect on it all.

Wondering why, it was so easy to fall.

But so obvious looking back,
with an amber moon above.

The night time allure
was ideal for young love.

Now I just admire the beauty of the night time display.

Happy to be here still,
I've come a long way.

Intoxicating scents from flowers all around.

Brushing past me in the darkness, moths barely make a sound.

The gentle colour changes, from a pretty solar light.

Fascinate them so, on their late evening flight.

In the dark trees above
I hear the rustling of the leaves.

It fires imagination, of the stories I might weave.

Such as witches on their broomsticks
With black cats by their side.

In the coolest, blackest sky
Their favoured territory -  they ride.

The night time garden never ceases to amaze.

A whole new world appears,
So very different from the days.