My Motto,

or smell the scented roseon the prickly vine.Descending clouds of parting,like a stake in crevice, fall.For there is no link,beyond this sudden wall.We stand here for a moment,midst infinities waste.Our kisses sweet sorrow,the last we shall taste.Tomorrow will never come,we only live for today.No more time can we borrow,no more can we stay.Sadness may remainin…

but as time moves onand we re-examine them.What a silly sod we wereand the incident that almost hadus pulling our hair outhad become something rather hilariousas time does pass.12 March 2008

a quiet normal daycan suddenly turn topsy turvywhen panic strides in.We lose or misplace something important.Instead of thinking logicalour brain goes into reverseas we search and search,finding nothing our panic increases.We find that we cannot sleepas what we’ve lost plays on our mind.Into another day we go wild eyedlooking and lookingand most of the time…

I have the world at my feetand nothing can go wrong.I whistle to myself as I stroll along.Life holds no mysterythat feel I cannot solveand I feel like singingas I wander on my way.25 September 2008

who could tell you every aspectof the job you do.When they sit down to do itand a problem arises there,because its not in the textbookthey read so confidently,they haven’t got a clueof how to handle itor really what to do.They don’t knowtheir arse from their elbowwhen a situation like that appears.As we walk through lifewe…

and every daythe whole year through.They cloak their offspringwith a forever love,being there for themwithout ever interferingin everything they do.Congratulating themwhenever they succeed,holding their hand in comfortwhenever they feel that they have failed.Mums are heroesnever shirking their dutiescome sickness or winter snowbecause without our mumswhat would we do.4 March 2011