She Hath Wings
Taking It In
Sitting here gazing at turquoise and blue;Gentle, rolling waves creep to shore;Layers of frothy-white meet the sand-Distant boats trace the horizon.My vantage point is limited to view of water;Metal rail a reminder of separation;Yet I, for a moment, can witness the fun-Youths kicking water and frolicking like seals.My busy day not ended, and yet,This picture…
The Waterfight
Weeks of waiting, pleading forA 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…
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…
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…
The Three Beds
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…
New Years Gone By
Old Lang Syne – a distant refrain,Streamers tossed and glasses clinked-Happy New Year hugs again;Cosy journey home. New Years’ resolutions madeHeartfelt messages sent at TwelveHugs and milos, love and laughterDays till I’d be home. Mum and Dad stay put and young ‘unsRace down to the beach-Distant New Year Fireworks crackle,Ten minutes from home. Backyard New…
She hath wings 
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