In my daughters memories.....

One day I hope my daughter remembers,
All the times I picked her up and kissed her better,

How I spent night after night sitting with her

Whilst she was ill,

That it was me she cried out to when she woke

In the night scared or thirsty,

That I gave up meals to make sure she was fed

When we had next to no money,

That my bed became hers too many times to count!

And that I was a very effective hot water bottle as well.

I hope she can think fondly

Of the times we spent sitting,

Cutting & sticking, painting or stringing beads,

Of the times we played “go fish”, or Ispy,

And of course she won,

I’d like to think that one day she’ll have a kind thought

For all the times we sat on a bus and watched the world,

Or when I sat in the hospital waiting for her to come

Around from surgery.

And of course, there's all the children TV she made me watch too!

One day I hope my daughter will forgive me,

For the times I pestered her to have a shower,

Or change her clothes,

Or stop reading in the dark,

Or eat some breakfast,

Or brush her hair....

But most of all,

One day, I hope my daughter will just remember just how much I love her.

Take some time.

A Whisper, a gentle breeze,

Calm, patient, slow and easy.

Time taken, not rushed or passed by,

Scenery watched and appreciated,

Friends and family met & enjoyed,

Things we should be doing,

But rarely do.

Set down those things which fill your head,

With thoughts possessing,

Or overwhelming,

And sit back, relax, and just for once,

Spend some precious moments,

Instead of brief, hectic, hurried

Later, regretted, ones.

Symptoms of winter

A blue sky,

Once held promise of sunny days.

Now it is cold and bleak.

A shadow of its past self.

Bare branches,

Where there used to be green,

Soft, moving in the breeze, leaves.

Empty, now long since fallen.

Solstice marked,

The mid-point of the high-summer heat,

Languorous days, heady, lazy days,

This time, shows half way through the dark.

Wind moving,

Used to feel warm and gentle,

Now cuts cold and sharp, like an insult,

Makes you shiver.

Thinking of you...

I had a spare moment and I thought of you,

I saw a flower in bloom and I thought of you,

I heard that same old tune and I thought of you,

I watched our favourite movie and my thoughts were of you.

I picked up that well-worn jumper, and couldn’t stop thinking of you,

As I walked down the road to our usual park bench,

All I could think of was you.

Someone walked past me wearing your scent,

And my heart filled with memories of you.

I walk round the room and I think of you,

I lay in the bed at night thinking of you,

I wait for the bus to work, standing, thinking of you,

All my waking thoughts, my love, are of you.

Wishful thinking

Once upon a time,

A little girl had a big dream,

She wished that all the flowers

In the world,

Could be gathered up,

Pressed,

And kept forever…

Their colours would stay,

Bright and true,

Their scent would be

As fresh as the day they were picked,

And she could look,

And remember,

That day forever…

I wonder if...

I’ll ever stop telling someone that I’m sorry I hurt them,

I didn’t mean it,

I didn’t mean to hurt to them?

Will I ever get too tired to listen...

When someone needs to tell me how great their days’ been,

Or how much they have achieved?

I can ever find the space in my heart,

To feel sympathy again,

To really feel sorry for someone else’s pain?

People will realise that...

I’m not who they think I am,

Nor do I want to be.

I wonder if...

Anyone will actually take notice.

Or can do anything to help me change.

Take a picture...

Take a picture of the moment,
Because it might never happen again.
You won’t remember it in five years time.
The people in it might not be there anymore.
The place you’re in might be gone.
You might not want to do it anymore.
You might not be able to do it another time.

Take a picture of the moment,
So you can capture the smiles on someone’s face.
So you can see what your children looked like once upon a time.
So you can remember where you went.
So you can tell a story about what it was like then.
So others can see how you looked.
So you can show someone where you’ve been.

Take a picture of the moment,
When you were at your happiest.
When you were with someone who made you laugh.
When you were with a person you miss.
When you were somewhere you could be you.
When you were being successful.
When you were trying to succeed.

Just take a picture...