In the hush of winter’s morning, when the air was crisp and bright,Athena stretched with elegance, her eyes mismatched in light.Beside her sat Obito, all fluff and joyful cheer,His goofy grin announcing, “Christmas time is here!”Athena trotted gracefully, a Princess on patrol,While Obito bounded clumsily, a walking, talking soul.She leapt across the furniture like a … Continue reading “Princess Pants and Mr Toe Beans Christmas Tale.”
Poem.
Please let there be a heaven.
Please let there be a heaven,Somewhere soft beyond the sky,Where the ones I’ve lost are waitingAnd the tears I hide can finally dry.Please let there be a doorwayWhere the hurt can fall away,Where the memories don’t trembleAnd the grief has nothing left to say.Because my heart still reaches for themIn the quiet of the night,And … Continue reading Please let there be a heaven.
SantaPaws & Her Elf.
On a twinkling Christmas eveningWhere the snowflakes softly fall,A husky named AthenaTook command of Santa’s call.With her opal blue eye sparklingAnd her chestnut eye aglow,She donned a red velvet jacketTrimmed with fluffy winter snow.A jingle bell upon her collar,A hat upon her ears,SantaPaws Athena was readyTo spread joy far and near.Behind her came her helper,A … Continue reading SantaPaws & Her Elf.
Two Years Without You 💔
Two years…yet it still feels like yesterdaythat your paws were the heartbeat of our home,your breath a warm whisper against our skin,your eyes full of a lovewe didn’t know we would spenda lifetime learning to live without.People say time heals,but they never met you, Zypher.They never felt the wayyour presence wrapped around uslike safety, like … Continue reading Two Years Without You 💔
To Dad in Heaven
Dad……There are days when the missing youhits so suddenlyit steals the breath from my chest,as if grief has hands,and it remembers exactlywhere my heart is.I still can’t understandhow the world can keep goingwhen yours stopped.How morning can dare to breakwithout your voice in it,how night can fallwithout you to tell meeverything will be alright.I wish … Continue reading To Dad in Heaven
Fogbound Frosty Walks.
In the early hush where frost whispers and the world has not yet found its color, I walk into the drifting fog with two guardians of winter at my side.Athena steps forward first, a bi-eyed husky stitched from snow and starlight. One eye the color of sky, the other warm as chestnut bark,a sunrise and a hearth held together in a … Continue reading Fogbound Frosty Walks.
With memories made in love’s design.
December steps on frosted ground, Her quiet presence all around. She wears a cloak of silver light, And crowns the world in winter white. Her breath is crisp, her song is clear, A whispered end to closing year. The days grow short, the nights stretch long, But in her cold, there blooms a song. The … Continue reading With memories made in love’s design.
Your embers in our souls will burn.
October bows with winds that sigh, Beneath the chill of silver sky. Her leaves, now scattered far and wide, Are whispered dreams where colors hide. The golden glow of harvest wanes, And silence hums through empty plains. Her pumpkins rest in fields grown bare, A memory held in cooler air. The moon, so bright on … Continue reading Your embers in our souls will burn.
As summer sleeps and autumn warms.
October knocks with winds that sing, A herald of the harvest’s king. She comes adorned in russet hue, With skies of grey and sharper blue. Her breath is cool, her laughter bright, She paints the world with autumn light. The trees, they blush, a crimson flame, As if they’ve heard October’s name. The pumpkins rest … Continue reading As summer sleeps and autumn warms.
The bridge between the bright and gray.
September bows with quiet grace, A golden glow upon her face. She lingers in the autumn air, Then whispers soft, *"Take time, take care."* The leaves begin their slow descent, A drifting dance of sweet lament. Her days, once touched by summer’s light, Now yield to dusk and earlier night. The apples fall, the fields … Continue reading The bridge between the bright and gray.
“The Uncaged Words.”
They tell us to be still.They say our words are dangerous,too sharp for daylight,too heavy for fragile ears.They pray that silencewill fold itself around uslike a shroud.But silence is not peace.It is a weight on the chest,a stone in the throat,a slow drowningin a sea of unsaid truths.And so, even when the air is thick … Continue reading “The Uncaged Words.”
A promise wrapped in morning dew.
September knocks with quiet feet, A gentle breeze, both cool and sweet. She wears a cloak of muted gold, A whispering tale of new and old. The sun still warms, yet softer now, A gentler kiss upon the brow. The leaves, they blush in shy delight, A patchwork quilt of red and white. The air … Continue reading A promise wrapped in morning dew.
As summer drifts toward twilight sleep.
August fades on whispers low, Her golden breath begins to slow. The sunsets linger, soft and deep, As summer drifts toward twilight sleep. The fields, once bright with sunlit cheer, Now rustle whispers, *Autumn’s near.* Her crickets’ song begins to wane, A softer hum, a gentler refrain. The days grow shorter, shadows long, A fading … Continue reading As summer drifts toward twilight sleep.
For Freedom, For King, For Country.
Beneath the sky so wide, so free,beats Britain’s heart, her destiny.I speak with pride, I walk my way,because of those who won the day.Our forebears, steadfast, brave, and true,through storm and fire, they battled through.For King, for country, side by side,they faced the dark, they turned the tide.They gave their youth, their hope, their breath,they … Continue reading For Freedom, For King, For Country.
Whispers of Youth, Promises of Tomorrow
In the quiet of twilight, where the shadows play, Two hearts beat in rhythm, in a tender ballet. Beneath the old oak tree, where their secrets unfold, Teenage sweethearts gathered, in a world made of gold. With laughter like music that dances on air, They shared dreams and promises, unspoken but rare. Fingers interlaced, in … Continue reading Whispers of Youth, Promises of Tomorrow
August’s Embrace.
August strolls in with golden grace, Sun-kissed warmth upon her face. Fields aglow in amber light, Long, soft evenings turn to night. She hums a song of ripened days, Of twilight walks and purple haze. The crickets chirp, the cicadas sing, Her air is thick with summer’s ring. The sun sits lower, yet still it … Continue reading August’s Embrace.
Farewell Fiery July.
Farewell, bold July, with your sun-sculpted days, Your skies lit with fire in twilight’s soft haze. The golden hours lingered, so steady and bright, And whispered of summers that fade into night. The echoes of laughter still drift on the breeze, Where wildflowers nodded and danced with the trees. Your rivers ran languid, like moments … Continue reading Farewell Fiery July.
Can You Hear Me From Heaven?
Can you hear me from heaven, where the stars softly sleep,Where the light never fades and the angels all weep?Do my whispers still reach you on the wings of the wind,Every echo of longing, each prayer I begin?I speak to the night when the silence is deep,When the world has gone quiet and I can’t … Continue reading Can You Hear Me From Heaven?
Welcome Bold July.
Oh, welcome, July, with your firelit skies, Your days draped in sunshine, your nights full of sighs. You stride in with splendor, so vibrant, so bright, A king crowned in crimson, gold, and soft light. The air hums with warmth, with cicada-song’s tune, And fields shimmer softly beneath a full moon. The rivers move slowly, … Continue reading Welcome Bold July.
Farewell Sweet June.
Farewell, lovely June, with your skies soft and clear, Your sunlit embraces we’ve cherished so dear. The days, golden-glazed, now begin to retreat, As time’s gentle footsteps grow steady and sweet. The roses have whispered their last summer song, While fields hum a tune where the warm winds belong. The twilight that lingered, so tender, … Continue reading Farewell Sweet June.
“Echoes Beneath the Stone”
I walk the path where shadows weep,Through hallowed earth, my ancestors sleep.Their silent graves, the stones so cold,Whisper stories of lives untold.The air is thick with memories,A haunting hum of distant pleas.I feel their breath, their hearts, their pain,A timeless echo in the rain.The names, so faint, etched in stone,A century of lives unknown.Each step … Continue reading “Echoes Beneath the Stone”
The Bootmaker’s Hands
In a workshop dim, with candle’s glow,Where time moved steady, soft and slow,A bootmaker sat, his hands worn thin,Stitching soles with thread and skin.His hammer rang on weathered wood,Molding leather, firm and good.The scent of polish, wax, and hide,Hung like whispers at his side.With careful hands, he shaped the last,A craft unchanged by ages past.Each … Continue reading The Bootmaker’s Hands
“Whispers in the Shadows”
In the quiet shadows where silence weeps,Lives a tale of a heart that silently keeps,Beneath the smile, a stormy sea,Where pain dances, yet no eyes can see.Invisible threads weave through the days,Aching whispers in the soul's quiet maze,Every step, a battle fought unseen,In the wilderness where pain reigns supreme.With every breath, a fragile refrain,Of strength … Continue reading “Whispers in the Shadows”
The Taxi Man of Yesteryear.
Through cobbled streets and misty dawn, The taxi man rolls bravely on. A sturdy wheel, a steady hand, Guiding through a bustling land. His cab, a beast of iron and steel, Upon the road, its tires squeal. A whistle blows, a fare awaits, The city hums, the hour's late. Ladies wrapped in fur so fine, … Continue reading The Taxi Man of Yesteryear.
Welcome Bright June.
Oh, welcome, dear June, with your sunlit embrace, Your days full of splendor, your light's gentle grace. The gardens now flourish, their blooms in full cheer, As summer awakens, her voice drawing near. The skies stretch above us, so endless, so blue, With clouds soft as whispers and sunlight in view. The fields wear their … Continue reading Welcome Bright June.
Farewell Gentle May.
Farewell, gentle May, with your blossoms so bright, Your days bathed in gold and your soft, fleeting light. The petals you scattered now drift to the ground, A memory whispered, a soft, fleeting sound. The lilacs have faded, their fragrance grows thin, As summer steps softly, her warmth rushing in. The breeze that once carried … Continue reading Farewell Gentle May.
“Silent Stand”
I walk alone on this quiet street,Where silence lingers and shadows meet.I am the one they cannot see,A stranger in a world that’s never free.They pass me by, their laughter loud,While I stand apart, beneath the crowd.I try to speak, but words fall still,A voice unheard, against my will.In the echoes of a life I … Continue reading “Silent Stand”
The Stevedore’s Song
In the dawn’s early light, where the shadows still fade, Along the bustling docks, where the ships are arrayed, With the salt in the air and the tide’s steady roll, The stevedores gather, their spirits and souls. With calloused hands ready, they greet the new day, As the cranes loom above, lifting cargo to sway. … Continue reading The Stevedore’s Song
“Echoes in the Melody”
In the stillness of the night, I hear,A song that whispers, soft and clear.A melody that stirs the air,And takes me back to when you were there.The notes, like raindrops, fall so sweet,A rhythm where our memories meet.Lady in Red, with her grace so bold,I see your face, the love you told.Your laughter lingers in … Continue reading “Echoes in the Melody”
Living with Fog: A Journey Through the Mist
In the haze of thoughts, where whispers fade,A fog descends, a silent cascade.Mist veils the path I once knew so well,Lost in a labyrinth where memories dwell.Each day a dance with the elusive mist,Words and worlds entwined, sometimes dismissed.In the quiet corners where clarity wanes,Echoes of dreams, like distant refrains.Yet in this labyrinth, amid shadows … Continue reading Living with Fog: A Journey Through the Mist
“Dear Dad, On Your 75th Birthday”
It’s been twenty-eight long, aching years Since I last saw your face through tears, Yet today, on what should be your day, My heart still finds so much to say.You’d be seventy-five, can you believe? It’s hard to picture, harder to grieve. A life that time won’t let me know, A future we lost so … Continue reading “Dear Dad, On Your 75th Birthday”
Welcome May.
Oh, welcome, dear May, with your soft, tender light, Your blossoms awake after long winter's night. The meadows are painted in green and in gold, As spring whispers secrets the flowers retold. The trees stretch their arms, dressed in garments of green, Their branches like lace, a most delicate scene. The sun hums a tune, … Continue reading Welcome May.
Goodbye April
Goodbye, sweet April, soft and mild, The month that smiled like springtime's child. Your rains have kissed the earth awake, And coaxed the bloom from bud to break. The lilacs lingered, fragrant, shy, Beneath your ever-changing sky. The clouds that wept, the sun that stayed, Wove fleeting light through mist and shade. You whispered songs … Continue reading Goodbye April
“In the Depths of Duty”
In the belly of steel, where the fires burned bright, Samuel Solomon Williams worked through the night. With shovel in hand, and sweat on his brow, He fed the great engines, without asking how. Beneath all the glamour, below decks so deep, He labored in silence, while others would sleep. The heat of the furnace, … Continue reading “In the Depths of Duty”
28 Years Without You.
At just nineteen, the world was vast and wide, With dreams and hopes I could not bide, Yet on that fateful day, the sky turned gray, When you slipped away, and shadows held sway. Two decades and eight years, oh how time flies, Yet in the depths of my heart, your absence lies, A weight … Continue reading 28 Years Without You.
To my Love
In every sunrise, and in each setting sun,I see the reflection of two becoming one.Through valleys and peaks, through trials we've braved,Our love, like a lighthouse, steadfast and saved. In the depths of our souls, a connection so deep,A love that awakens even in the midst of sleep.It's a flame that burns bright, never to … Continue reading To my Love
April 1st.
The first of April slips in light, A jester cloaked in morning’s white. It dances soft on springtime’s stage, A turning leaf, a playful page. The world awakes to tricks and jest, A day for fools, a day to test The bounds of laughter, sly and sweet, Where truth and mischief softly meet. The robin … Continue reading April 1st.
The End of March
At winter's edge, where shadows flee, The end of March stirs restlessly. A quiet hush of seasons blurred, As spring awakes but not assured. The crocus lifts its purple head, Through icy ground where frost still treads. The skies, a patchwork—gray and blue, Where winds forget their course, and strew. The rains arrive in whispered … Continue reading The End of March
The Estate Agent.
In tailored suit and polished shoes, The agent walked with practiced cues. A leather ledger in their hand, A guide through plots of promised land. With gilded pen and measured phrase, They spun the dreams of better days. "A home to suit your growing kin, Or land for cattle, let’s begin." On cobbled streets, their … Continue reading The Estate Agent.
Whispers of the Lost.
In days of yore, when shadows fell,And hearts did mourn, where tales do tell,Of tender souls, like morning dew,Lost to time, in the silent blue.In fields where laughter once did bloom,Echoes linger, in empty rooms,Tiny footsteps, a fleeting grace,Now whispers soft in time's embrace.Oh, mothers weep, with tear-stained eyes,For babes who danced 'neath azure skies,Taken … Continue reading Whispers of the Lost.
The Victorian Publican.
The polished brass, the gleaming glass, The hearth that warms as nights will pass. The publican stands firm and tall, The master of his tavern’s hall. In cobbled streets of London’s sprawl, Or village inns where ivy crawls, The weary folk and workers meet, To rest their bones and find retreat. With barrels stacked and … Continue reading The Victorian Publican.
A Welcome to March.
Come, March, with your tender, waking breeze, Whisper softly through the trembling trees. The frost has fled, its grip undone, And skies stretch wide to greet the sun. The earth begins to stir and sigh, As winter loosens from the sky. Snowdrops bloom where shadows slept, And rivers sing where ice once crept. The winds … Continue reading A Welcome to March.
Farewell to February
February whispers its soft goodbye, With fleeting days and winter’s sigh. The quiet hum of time moves on, A shorter month, and soon it’s gone. It wears a cloak of muted gray, And hints of spring not far away. The frost still lingers on the ground, But somewhere, life begins to sound. The sun now … Continue reading Farewell to February
“Eternal Vigil”
In the hush of night when shadows weave, A gentle spirit sighs, reluctant to leave, With whispers soft as a lover’s breath, I linger here, beyond the veil of death. Through the moonlit window, my gaze does fall, On the ones I cherished, the ones I call, Their laughter echoes in the quiet air, Yet … Continue reading “Eternal Vigil”
In the Shadow of the Workhouse.
Beneath the iron gates of fate, Where hope unravels, thin and frayed, We gather meek, our shoulders bent, To pay the price our lives have lent. The air is thick with whispered cries, Of children lost, of mothers' sighs, Grey walls rise tall, like silent graves, Where dreams are buried, none are saved. We wake … Continue reading In the Shadow of the Workhouse.
The Mud Beneath His Boots.
He marched through dawn on weary feet, A rifle gripped, the cold his seat. The earth, torn open, black and bare, Breathed smoke and death into the air. The trenches deep, both home and cage, A narrow pit of fear and rage. Where rats grew fat and hope grew thin, The war was fought, but … Continue reading The Mud Beneath His Boots.
Under the Knife
In sterile halls where whispers tread, A journey starts, a path ahead, With heartbeats quick and shadows cast, A moment waits, the die is cast. The gown of white, a second skin, With trembling hands, I breathe within, Anxious thoughts like fireflies dance, In twilight’s grip, I take my chance. The surgeon’s hands, both firm … Continue reading Under the Knife
The Hands That Built the World
With calloused hands and weary bone,The labourer toiled, unseen, unknown.Beneath the sun, through rain and sleet,Each day began on aching feet.The pick, the shovel, forge, and spade,Were tools by which their lives were made.Brick by brick, or fields they’d reap,For pennies earned, their dreams ran deep.The mines, dark mouths, where shadows stayed,Drew men below, where … Continue reading The Hands That Built the World
Endless Grey
The days crawl by in shades of slate,Cold winds that bite, dull skies that wait.The sun? A myth, long lost, long gone,Each morning bleak, each evening drawn.The rain taps out a hollow tune,Against the glass, against my mood.The trees stand bare, the fields are drowned,The world is quiet, lost, unsound.No warmth, no light, just time … Continue reading Endless Grey
“February’s Gentle Light”
February wakes with a hush so sweet,Soft snowflakes melting beneath our feet.The days stretch longer, the sky turns bright,A promise glows in morning light.Winter still lingers, crisp and true,Yet hints of spring come into view.A robin sings, the air is clear,A whispered sign that warmth is near.Love takes root in hearts so wide,With kindness walking … Continue reading “February’s Gentle Light”
At January’s End
The month retreats with quiet grace,It’s hours long, its measured pace.The world feels hushed, a steady breath,Between the start of life and death.The days were dim, the nights were deep,The world, it seemed, had gone to sleep.Yet still, the clocks ticked slow but sure,A silent rhythm to endure.The year began with whispered plans,With tired hearts … Continue reading At January’s End
“Whispers of Winter”
In the hush of winter's grasp, Where daylight wanes and shadows clasp, A heavy blanket, gray and deep, Wraps the world in a silence steep. Frosted breath hangs in the air, Whispers of a sun laid bare, The trees, like sentinels, stand still, Their branches bare, devoid of thrill. The snowflakes fall like whispered sighs, … Continue reading “Whispers of Winter”
“The Puddle Drowning Dilemma”
As the clouds roll in heavy and the rain starts to fall, I step out my door, but I’m fearing it all. Those puddles look harmless, just tiny and round, But deep down inside, I’m afraid I’ll be drowned! With each little splash, my imagination takes flight, What if I slip and am lost out … Continue reading “The Puddle Drowning Dilemma”
The Music Halls of Yesteryear.
Beneath the gaslight's fickle glow, Where velvet curtains framed the stage, The music halls began their show, A raucous pulse of a gilded age. The air was thick with smoke and cheer, A crowd of toil-worn faces came, To laugh, to cry, to disappear, From hardship’s grind, from life’s dull chain. The comic sang his … Continue reading The Music Halls of Yesteryear.
The First of January.
A dawn awakes with softest glow,A brand-new year begins to show.The air is crisp, the world is still,A quiet promise, time to fill.The wind sweeps through each blade and tree,A canvas blank with destiny.The sun ascends, a golden hue,Whispering dreams, both bold and true.Yesterday's weight, now swept away,Replaced with hope, this tender day.The clock has … Continue reading The First of January.
December 18th: The Glow of the Fire.
On the eighteenth, as night descends, The warmth of fire never ends. The flames crackle, the embers glow, While outside winds and snowflakes blow. The stockings hang with quiet grace, Awaiting gifts, a warm embrace. The house smells sweet of pine and spice, Of cocoa rich, of sugar nice. We gather close and share our … Continue reading December 18th: The Glow of the Fire.
December 17th: The Warmth of Giving.
The seventeenth, a day to share, A moment’s gift, a heart’s warm care. The season’s glow is in our hands, As kindness spreads across the lands. The trees are trimmed, the carols sung, The joy of Christmas has begun. Yet deeper still, the gift we give, Is love and warmth that helps us live. A … Continue reading December 17th: The Warmth of Giving.
December 16th: The First Snowfall.
On the sixteenth, snowflakes fall, A quiet hush, a sparkling call. The world turns white, a frosty sight, As winter paints the silent night. The ground is soft, the air is clear, The season’s magic drawing near. The trees now wear their coats of snow, A frosty wonder, soft and slow. The first of many … Continue reading December 16th: The First Snowfall.
December 14th: A Gift of Snow.
The fourteenth brings a wondrous sight, The world is wrapped in endless white. Each flake, a miracle unseen, A winter quilt both pure and clean. The children rush to don their boots, To build a friend from frosty roots. A carrot nose, two button eyes, A snowy friend beneath the skies. The laughter echoes through … Continue reading December 14th: A Gift of Snow.
December 13th: The Carolers’ Song
On the thirteenth night, the air is sweet, With voices drifting down the street. The carolers sing of hope and peace, Their melodies, a soft release. The songs of angels, shepherds, kings, Of holy nights and joyful rings. The candles flicker, breath takes flight, As music warms the coldest night. Each note, a gift, so … Continue reading December 13th: The Carolers’ Song
December 12th: The Sparkling Tree.
The twelfth of December, the tree stands tall, Its lights aglow, they dazzle all. Each ornament, a story told, Of Christmas past and memories old. A glassy bell, a golden star, The glitter spreads both near and far. A child hangs up a handmade wreath, With careful hands and joy beneath. The piney scent, so … Continue reading December 12th: The Sparkling Tree.
December 11th: A December Morning.
The eleventh dawns with silver skies, A soft December sun will rise. The air is crisp, the ground is white, A blanket fresh from last night’s light. The trees wear gowns of snowy lace, Each branch adorned with winter’s grace. The world feels still, the moment true, As dreams of Christmas start anew. The windows … Continue reading December 11th: A December Morning.
December 10th, The Spirit of Giving
On December 10th, the world shines bright, As Christmas draws closer, with pure delight. The chill in the air, the glow in the night, Brings peace to our hearts, and joy to our sight. The trees are adorned with tinsel and cheer, Each ornament sparkling, the season so near. The laughter of children, the warmth … Continue reading December 10th, The Spirit of Giving
December 9th, A Winter’s Cheer.
December 9th, a day so fair, With whispers of Christmas in the frosty air. The earth is dressed in a snowy white, Reflecting the glow of a soft moonlight. The holly is bright with berries red, While dreams of the season dance in our heads. The scent of cookies, the crackle of fire, Fills every … Continue reading December 9th, A Winter’s Cheer.
The Hardest Lesson.
I learned the hardest lesson when you slipped away, Like a whisper in the night, a shadow in the day. The world, once vivid, now turned cold and still, A silent echo, a void I can't fulfill. I thought I'd have more time, more chance to say, All the things that lingered, words left astray. … Continue reading The Hardest Lesson.
The Overture of December 7th
December 7th, the season’s heart, A time when the magic begins to start. The world is wrapped in a snowy veil, And Christmas whispers in every tale. The tree stands tall with lights aglow, A promise of warmth through the winter’s snow. Ornaments gleam, their colors bright, A symbol of joy in the soft starlight. … Continue reading The Overture of December 7th
The Fourth Day of December.
On December’s fourth, the earth feels still, A quiet pause, a hushed goodwill. The frost-kissed ground, a silver lace, Reflects the heavens’ tranquil grace. The morning wakes with a softened hue, As the world prepares for joys anew. Candles flicker, their flames so shy, A gentle glow beneath the sky. Through frosted panes, the world … Continue reading The Fourth Day of December.
Though Stolen By Their Reckless Night.
Twenty-eight years, a lifetime gone, Yet grief still wakes with every dawn. A father’s smile, a voice so dear, Now echoes faint, but always near.That fateful night, the world stood still, Two hearts chose chaos, a reckless thrill. Their joyride left a trail of pain, And stole the light we’d hoped to gain. The crash, … Continue reading Though Stolen By Their Reckless Night.
December’s First Dawn
On the first of December, the world softly stirs, A whisper of winter in frosted murmurs. The dawn breaks gently, a tender embrace, Painting the earth with its silvery grace. The trees stand quiet in their slumberous coats, While frost kisses rivers and laces the boats. Each breath in the air feels crisp, divine, Like … Continue reading December’s First Dawn
The 30th Of November: The Magic Awaits
On the 30th of November, we all know it’s near, The air turns crisp, with a holiday cheer. The last of the autumn, before winter’s embrace, And Christmas is stirring, ready to race. Magic’s unfolding, just out of our sight, A glimmer, a twinkle, a soft glow of light. Tomorrow’s the start of the countdown … Continue reading The 30th Of November: The Magic Awaits
The Heart At Home.
Family is a circle, a bond so deep, A sheltering embrace when the world feels steep. It's the laughter that echoes through halls at night, The whispered goodnights that make everything right. It’s the scent of breakfast on a Sunday morn, The stories retold until they are worn, The faces that glow in candlelight's gleam, … Continue reading The Heart At Home.
Just Like My Dad Loved My Mum.
In the quiet moments, when the world fades away, I think of the love that guided me each day. Like my dad loved my mum, so tender and true, I found that same magic, my heart belongs to you. With every shared laugh and the warmth of your smile, You light up my life, making … Continue reading Just Like My Dad Loved My Mum.
Double Trouble
In a cosy little house, where chaos reigns, Live two furry rascals with mischievous brains. Athena the Husky, with her eyes oh so bright, And Obito the Malamute, a fluffy delight. With tails a-wagging and mischief in mind, They plot their adventures, oh so well-timed. From morning till evening, they’re up to no good, Two … Continue reading Double Trouble
If You Had Been With Me
If you had been with me, dear Dad, On the day I wore that dress of ivory, You'd have smiled, so full of pride, And walked with me in the afternoon light. Your hand in mine, our hearts in sync, With every step, you'd lead the way, You’d whisper, "This is your moment, love," And … Continue reading If You Had Been With Me
“In the story of motherhood”
In the quiet of morning, when the world starts to wake, I think of the journey, the love we have made. Two grown-up miracles, my heart’s tender pride, Each moment a treasure, with you both by my side. From the first gentle coos to those wide-eyed smiles, I held you both close through the long, … Continue reading “In the story of motherhood”
“The Weight of Time”
In the quiet moments, shadows softly creep, Each tick of the clock, a promise we can’t keep. Once vibrant laughter fills the air, Now whispers of memories linger everywhere. We gather together, our hearts intertwined, In the tapestry of love, threads delicately aligned. Yet with each passing year, the colors start to fade, As cherished … Continue reading “The Weight of Time”
A Tapestry of Love and Light.
In the gentle morning's light they greet,With wagging tails and paws so fleet.Each day a journey, side by side,With loyal hearts, nowhere to hide.In fields of green or city streets,Their boundless joy, a love complete.Through seasons changing, year by year,Their presence brings such warmth and cheer.They teach us patience, grace, and trust,In their eyes, a … Continue reading A Tapestry of Love and Light.
“Obito’s Adorable Toe Beans”
In the soft glow of morning light, A tiny pup, a heart so bright, With fur like clouds, a gentle hue, Oh, Obito, how we adore you! But it’s those toes, a sight so sweet, Little bean-shaped pillows, oh what a treat! Each one a treasure, soft and warm, Tiny wonders that bring such charm. … Continue reading “Obito’s Adorable Toe Beans”
“Athena and Obito: Partners in Paw-some Crime.”
Oh Obito, my fluffy new mate,Welcome to our home, it's gonna be great!I'm Athena, your husky sis,Let's chase our tails and make a mess.We'll dig up the garden and chew on some socks,But don't worry, it's all in good taste.Our humans will laugh at our antics, it’s true,But with you by my side, we'll have … Continue reading “Athena and Obito: Partners in Paw-some Crime.”
As we celebrate your mortal birth, I celebrate the joy you brought to Earth.
In realms of golden light, where dreams take flight,Your spirit dances, radiant and bright.On this sacred day, in whispers soft and low,I send my love, where angelic breezes blow.My dearest Dad, though you've soared above,Your essence lingers, wrapped in eternal love.In every glimmering star, in each gentle breeze,I feel your presence, calming, at ease.With every … Continue reading As we celebrate your mortal birth, I celebrate the joy you brought to Earth.
Get a husky, they said, it will be fun they said.
Get a husky, they said, it will be fun they said,But little did they know, mischief lay ahead.A naughty girl husky with mischief in her eyes,She'll keep you on your toes with her playful guise.She'll chew socks, the sofa to,Then give you a look that says, "Catch me if you can!"She'll dig up the lawn … Continue reading Get a husky, they said, it will be fun they said.
Your light has shone since life begun.
In the heart's embrace, where love resides,A mother's touch, a gentle guide.Through trials faced and battles won,Your light has shone since life begun.You've held my dreams with gentle care,Encouraged me to reach, to dare.Your wisdom whispers in the breeze,Guiding me through life's vast seas.In every laugh, in every tear,Your presence soothes, dispels all fear.With tenderness, … Continue reading Your light has shone since life begun.
Athena’s her name, mischief her game.
In a world of dirt and garden glee,There's a husky pup, wild and free.Athena's her name, mischief her game,With a penchant for digging, she's earned her fame.With a nose for adventure, she'll start to roam,In the garden's earth, she makes her home.Digging deep holes, her paws in a flurry,Turning the yard into a canine quarry.With … Continue reading Athena’s her name, mischief her game.
Happy birthday, Dear Hayley, Twin Of Mine.
In whispers of the wind, a melody's sway,Two souls intertwined on this special day.Hayley Jo Jo, dear sister, as the sun softly gleams,In the tapestry of life, you're the brightest of beams.Twins we are, bound by a magical thread,In every laugh, tear, and word unsaid.Your presence, a symphony, fills every space,A cherished companion, in life's … Continue reading Happy birthday, Dear Hayley, Twin Of Mine.
Dear My Valentine
To my dearest Mark, my love so true,On this day of hearts, I pen for you.With every beat, my heart does swell,For you, my darling, I'd gladly tell.In your arms, I've found my home,A sanctuary where I'm never alone.Your love, a melody sweet and pure,In your embrace, I feel secure.Through life's storms and gentle breeze,With … Continue reading Dear My Valentine
The Sandman’s on vacation
In the realm of night, where dreams should roam,Insomnia arrives, making itself at home.Tucked in my bed, I stare at the ceiling,The Sandman's on vacation, that's the feeling.Under the moon's soft glow, I lay wide awake,My bed becomes a battleground, a restless quake.Pillow fights and sheet wars, oh what a sight,Insomnia's playing tricks, keeping me … Continue reading The Sandman’s on vacation
We lay her down in slumber’s sheet – Doreen June Townsend Nee Willats, 21st May 1930 – 25th December 2023.
In solemn hush, we gather near,Beneath the sky so vast and clear,To bid farewell, with hearts so heavy,To a soul cherished, steady, and merry.She was a beacon, a guiding light,A source of warmth in darkest night,Her song echoed, her wisdom pure,A presence that forever will endure.With gentle hands and loving gaze,She filled our lives in … Continue reading We lay her down in slumber’s sheet – Doreen June Townsend Nee Willats, 21st May 1930 – 25th December 2023.
Our dear puppsie, forever home.
In a solemn journey, we bring you home,Your ashes, once vibrant, now still as stone.A vessel of memories, a symbol of love,A reminder of the bond we'll forever hold above.With tender hands, we cradle your remains,Feeling the weight of loss, the ache of pains.But in this act of bringing you near,We find solace in knowing … Continue reading Our dear puppsie, forever home.
In the grasp of winter’s icy hand
In the grasp of winter's icy hand,A tale unfolds, both harsh and grand.A soul, with Raynaud's fierce embrace,Navigates a world, a frigid space.Fingers tinged in hues of blue,A dance of frostbite, a chilling view.Raynaud's, a relentless foe,Yet within this struggle, strength does grow.In the quiet of the coldest night,A warrior battles with all their might.Vessels … Continue reading In the grasp of winter’s icy hand
Rest In Peace, Doreen June Townsend Nee Willats 1930 – 2023
In the gentle folds of time's embrace,A cherished soul now finds its resting place.Gone from our sight, yet forever in our hearts,Our Mother, our Nan, a beacon, from which love won't depart.Her song danced like petals in the breeze,Kindness flowed, a river through the trees.In every moment, her warmth did reside,A gentle spirit, a constant, … Continue reading Rest In Peace, Doreen June Townsend Nee Willats 1930 – 2023
Twas the night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, a comical sight,Elves wrapping gifts in a merry delight.Santa practiced yoga to fit down the flue,While Rudolph tried salsa, antlers askew.The snowmen were sculpting a snowball brigade,Competing to see who'd roll the best grade.The gingerbread men ran off with the cake,Leaving frosting footprints, a sugary wake.The tree in the corner, … Continue reading Twas the night before Christmas
Meet Athena. 🐾
In the cozy corners of our hearts, where love finds its purest abode, a new chapter unfolds, a furry, lively addition named Athena, our enchanting Husky puppy. With every playful bound and mischievous glance, she has imprinting her paw prints on the fabric of our hearts.Welcoming Athena into our home felt like unlocking a treasure … Continue reading Meet Athena. 🐾
Run Free.
In the vast expanse where memories roam. Your spirit dances, finding its home.Amidst the ache of a love profound,Your absence echoes, an echoing sound.Oh, how our hearts in pieces lies,Amidst the tears, amidst the cries.The devastation of a bond so true,Lost in the void of saying adieu.Run free, dear friend, beyond this pain,Where skies are … Continue reading Run Free.
Though tears may fall, and hearts may ache.
Through every triumph, every fall, He stood beside us, strong and tall. His love, a beacon, unwavering still, Guiding us with a steadfast will, His wisdom, like a guiding light, Shining through the darkest night, His love, a shelter, warm and wide. One fateful day, he was gone. Yet in our hearts, his spirit lives,A … Continue reading Though tears may fall, and hearts may ache.
Intwined 