She hath wings

Learning to soar above life's storms

  • I have enjoyed writing since I was in primary school. I first took a particular interest in poetry, penning rhyme and freeform verse as well as journalling in my teens and twenties. I enjoy being out in nature, singing, cooking and gardening, playing piano and small craft projects. In this season where I have a small child, there isn’t a whole lot of time for writing, but I am working towards a published work one day.

  • Weeks of waiting, pleading for
    A water soaking time outdoors-
    Bunch of Balloons filled with ease;
    Toddler drops them from the knees.
    Confetti of broken balloons strewn about;
    Smiles we cannot do without-
    Squeals of delight as buckets drench backs;
    Feet slomp slomp and balloons go “splat”.
    Hoses soak and sprinklers cool;
    Children splash water from wading pool-
    An hour or more passes, it’s time to go in;
    It matters not if there was a “win”-
    Truly the aim was for laughter and fun;
    Today brought smiles to everyone!

    ©️ M.Patterson 26.1.26

  • Lake King

    Sitting here

    Staring at Lake King,

    Grateful for the breeze

    Tickling my face

    And the red flag flapping

    The whir of the engine

    Laughing, playing, children

    The bee that didn’t sting me

    And the seals that frolicked.

    Time to relax;

    Away from children clamouring

    Remembering my childhood

    And my love of the water

    Snapping pictures like Dad,

    Surrounded by marine life

    I vow to do this again

    Before time slips away.

    © M. Patterson 21.1.2026

  • Till Then

    Pain turned to missing-

    And missing turned to hope;

    Forgiveness flowed with stories shared

    Of memories long ago.

    The door no longer bolted;

    A window now stays open;

    Melodies fill the soul-

    As Winter melts away.

    Smiles and hearts aglow;

    Never looking back;

    Connection at the core-

    Pretence not invited.

    Hope unfolds its petals;

    Perfume of friendship true;

    Appreciating the little things-

    There’s hope in missing you.

    ©️ M. Patterson 18.1.2026

  • For 3 months, we have had three queen mattresses in our modest sized, over cluttered house, all in a bid to find support for my chronic back pain, triggered by weak core strength and lifting a 15kg toddler.

    What was meant as a few days on the couch turned into two months for me, and I had almost given up hope. It was so strange to go to bed on the couch Christmas night and know that I didn’t yet have a bed I could comfortably lie in. I began to think of all the times I had complained about having a tiny, ugly bedroom with the khaki coloured “feature wall” and curtains recycled from Mum’s old family room. It seemed trivial. Sleep is all I needed!

    We had bought a new mattress after two weekends of bed shopping and several tries of the one in the show room, only to find that the new one was nothing like it, and intolerable even with a mattress topper. We couldn’t return it, given that Sealy had sent a representative out to check it and decided it wasn’t faulty. We didn’t want to throw away hundreds of dollars either, having replaced THE BEST mattress of 20 years last year and already spent well over $1000.

    In caution, we ordered a Koala mattress which friends had really liked, since their returns policy was generous,  but it didn’t suit my needs and the materials felt overly warm, even on the “Summer” side. Fortunately we could try it for a week then return it. Only my  husband could tolerate more than one day!

    Just when I had no idea what to do, a relative suggested I try her Ikea bed. After Christmas, I spent a long time trying out the equivalent one in our local store, and I felt like I could make a go of it. My husband was able to bring  it home rolled up and leave it for three nights, camping out the backyard in a tent while I stayed on the couch minding the children, and finally I could try it with a mattress pad which made it a little spongier without compromising support. While it isn’t the amazing bed I started with all those years ago, I can finally get up without my back spasming and I even bought a better pillow made from memory foam, to team up with one of the ones I had.

    It seemed like it would be a never ending saga trying to get rid of the two mattresses, but last year’s one went on marketplace for free today and the Sealy mattress was paid for and will be collected later this week. My husband had seemingly broken his toe on Saturday and had been sporting a moon boot having had it xrayed, yet without much pain. With the help of my teen son, he lifted mattresses in and out of house and car the last two days in a bid to give us some space and sanity again.

    You may wonder why I’m sharing all these seemingly superfluous details with you. I want to show you that nothing is impossible and sometimes when it seems like there’s nothing but mountains (or mattresses!) in your way, there is hope.

    Have a great day!

  • Old Lang Syne – a distant refrain,
    Streamers tossed and glasses clinked-
    Happy New Year hugs again;
    Cosy journey home.

    New Years’ resolutions made
    Heartfelt messages sent at Twelve
    Hugs and milos, love and laughter
    Days till I’d be home.

    Mum and Dad stay put and young ‘uns
    Race down to the beach-
    Distant New Year Fireworks crackle,
    Ten minutes from home.

    Backyard New Year party night;
    Quiet celebrations
    Laid back conversations had
    Strange to not be home.

    Party Poppers, coloured glow sticks;
    Back to the beach once more;
    Early family fireworks-
    Family is my home.

    Lockdown fireworks, social distanced;
    Masked we huddle close-
    Grateful to send the old year packing-
    Glad we could leave home.

    No more hugs with Dad at New Year;
    Back we go but it’s not the same-
    Deeper hope will keep us singing,
    In our hearts, that old refrain.

    Family Fireworks in bitter cold;
    Longing to be huddled close;
    Standing somewhat apart from the others-
    Struggle to feel at home.

    Almost midnight while I gather my tablets
    Water toast for one tonight-
    Others in their warm beds, sleeping;
    Wondering where is home?

    New Years’ Day brings opportunities
    Times to love while young;
    May the year see closer ties built
    And the home fires rebegun.

    ©️ M. Patterson 1.1.26

  • Your hand on my back woke my senses,

    Your openness unlocked mine-

    Your kindness made my heart beat again…

    For a chapter in time.

    © M. Patterson 2025

  • The Scent Of Home

    Butterfly remembers the flowers of home
    Flits among shades and familiar scents
    Pauses to drink the loveliness in
    A strong gust blows it away
    Days of confusion, searching- hoping
    Peril and a broken wing-
    Crawling back to comfort once more
    The night turns into dawn

    ©️ M. Patterson 30.11.25

  • Gentle, calming soaking rain;

    Soothing, reassurance comes-

    Running into tiny pools;

    Drought a banished thing.

    Peaceful hearts and minds refreshed;

    Hope unfurls the weary leaf-

    Crumpled saplings rise once more;

    Death a banished thing.

    Upwards grows the tender stem;

    Seeking warmth of midday sun-

    Buds are waiting, hearts receiving;

    Life a chosen thing.

    ©️ M. Patterson 7.11.25