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Rambly · 4M ago

Some hearts healed

My parents Both have gone How grateful I am For what they gave Their nurturing, their love When her beloved passed away Her life was not the same Not having him beside her To talk to, or hol...
Rambly · 6M ago

And so….

It is with my heart broken, my soul numb, that I let all of those who have been my friends on WP to say these words… My darling Pop (my penguin) left our earthly coil on the 19th of April, 2...
Rambly · 6M ago

The Circle Of Life

Has a sword placed Without strains of Hakuna Matata Yet He is a lion for his strength His courage Step slowly around the circle Time passes too quickly I remember him Holding my tiny hand To...
Rambly · 8M ago

It happens

Arm around waist Awkward steps but How we laughed As I hung onto your blue eyes Taken for granted If I could dance with my father once more The song echoes in my head I remember like a past ...
Rambly · 8M ago

Rubber Band

Stretched Each arm different directions Each leg the splits Wonder when I’ll just go ‘boing’? Update – possibly explaining my absence. Took Pop to a respiratory specialist as his breathing w...
Rambly · 9M ago

Little one

Strong the link A cord doesn’t bind Drawing me forwards To this little child Who knows not of hate Or what’s in this world Understands only The love that is poured That surrounds him Fulfils...
Rambly · 9M ago

Welcome to the World

  With much love and happiness may I present my first grandchild ~ Lewis Born yesterday 9/01/2017 at 5:30pm (after a 30 hour labour) three days early. Daughter B, had a bit of a hard time, b...
Rambly · 9M ago

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Wishing you all, your families and your loved ones a bright, happy and most of all a healthy 2017. I’m saying goodbye to 2016 – you weren’t the best of years for so many. Don’t know what’s i...
Rambly · 10M ago

Steps

Ride a white horse Between the blackened coals Who shies from burning fires Strength to ride alone Hooves that strike split cobblestones That hit the charcoaled walls Ride a white horse With...
Rambly · 10M ago

Sponges

We are sponges, you and I Tiny holes, open pores Swelling Absorbing Fear, stress, doubt, pain, grief They hold firm Locked in Losing their grip only When we’re able or ready To wring them ou...