Hi, I am a young at heart middle aged woman, navigating life , love and hardships like you.... I love to write, about anything and everything. I like to also write poetry. I love people , people watching, travelling, exploring and learning. Having enjoyed empty nest for a couple of years, it's time to get more selfish, more relaxed, more adventurous as I slide into my next decade... Looking forward to see what each new day brings...
Thump. Click. squeeze, shoot Get ready for it, No thing matters Joy, escstacy, flying high Slump, bang, pain, no sense No thing matters Punch, slap, crack, bruised Floored with numbness, what next No thing matters Walking one step, then another Head down, faceless, useless No thing matters Itching, scratching, bleeding out Choking, broken, staring down No thing matters Do it, take again and again Worthless, scum, thing, friend? No thing matters Nothing else, here, now, Dying, death, take me out……
Words unspoken Stuck in my chest Heartbroken Sting in my eye Wet rolls down my cheeks Heartbroken much, unable to speak The time was today I knew it was coming Still not prepared Arguments going around in my head What about this or let’s try that I’m sorry she said, he’s just too bad I feel it crack and break in two My heart, It’s full of love for you But jack, my boy, you gave us joy As you leave us, to run and roam free We love and thank you for your loyalty Off you go To doggy heaven Heartbroken are we But you’ll never be forgotten
The bench it has a year round view As it stares out at the sea Taking in the memories Of all that it can see It never fails, in fine details Whether big or small Memories thought long since gone, now can be recalled A discreet yet public kind of voyeur Where people sit and rest a while, as if they had been lured And if you look upon the bench Is usually an older crowd Their mind still full of youth With a body that’s let them down But when I sit upon the bench Looking out to sea I remember all the times that you too sat here with me This bench is for your honour It has an engraved plaque But how I wish we were young again And I would have you back.
She is, greatness, powerful, majestic She is calm, soothing, raging She is roaring, still, crushing She is open, nourishing healing She is vast, she is essential She is mother Where life began She endured She failed She tried She loved She is strength Circumstance gives rise to context Resilience gives rise to survival She is all things Wonderful and despairing She is stuck, she is free She is you, she is me She is us She envelops us She is mother
Climbing through the cavity Pulling cable A clostrphobe in the making Still, it must be done Connections Power on New light on the horizon Sweat and toil Back is aching Kango, breaking mortar Splints break and fall Bounce off my face like kisses Tiny scratches Reminders of what it is all for Your faces appear in the wall I smile, determined to carry on Devoted father Never falter Duty bound, honoured What better purpose is there? Hands blistered Heart broken the cord is strong No minute wasted I plough on, for you My loves, My life My reason for living To see you smile, hear your laughter To save your hurt Absent father Connected always Til I take my last breath It was always for you
I noticed that my dog peed, as I walked up the hall
There ran a little puddle to see, for one and for all
I felt a little angry that he would do such a thing
Then I thought of all the joy, this little mutt does bring
He’s stinky at the best of times, he’s getting old and frail
Always there though, by my side, his loyalty doesn’t fail
I know his time will soon be up, 6 months, maybe 6 more
I mop up his pee with paper towels and spray the tiled floor.
Not really a major disaster, in the cold light of day
One day when I am old, I too may pee this way
Not in the hall of course, by cocking up my leg
Maybe sitting in the chair or in my bed instead
Whom will I anger, and what would they do to me
If such an accident should occur, will they help me keep my dignity?
There are some things we cannot control, especially as we age
So what’s the point in giving out, or expressing with such rage
Surely that is the time, when patience is required
No one likes or enjoys the effects, when body parts retire
It’s not that it’s on purpose, I see it in his face
He couldn’t hold it any longer, it’s not really a disgrace
I leaned down and patted his head,
‘oh jack, it’s all ok. Don’t worry about this little puddle, it may be me one day’
physical or emotional, pain is pain. How we manage it is our choice. Do we need or want to be fixed or do we want to discover, by ourselves and manage ourselves, to see who we are all by ourselves?
Relay shun ships 
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