She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
Category: Making Sense of the Journey
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I wondered if it was all over- Worried sick that you were leaving. I was wrong. Beautiful little beating heart- Perfectly forming limbs – You go from strength to strength. A surprise when I had only a tiny plan- Your life brings us great joy. We wait with gratitude… Dear little beating heart. © M.R.Patterson…
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I’m thinking of you now, Wondering about your name- Are you still here and breathing? So blessed the day you came! When will I see your face? Will I journey with you? Time marches on so fast; I wonder if you were true; An angel sent to me, When my days were dark and grey-…
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Tonight I tried to write a poem and all I could think of were the things I shouldn’t say. Sometimes it is in the process of writing from the heart that we realise how much pain we have stuffed down deep inside. Only when I wrote the unfiltered thoughts and discarded them could I find…
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You weren’t always in agreement with me, But you were by my side; Serious when you needed to be, But always willing to chide. You worked long hours to keep us fed, Setting foot on many a shore- Oh how I wish that just for one day, You could come back through my door! You…
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Tonight I thought I would write a little post about Rosie, my cat. I have had her since Mother’s Day, 2013 and she’s still going strong, despite having thyroid disease. Due to a string of illnesses in the house and Rosie’s need for regular cortisone or antibiotic injections at the moment, I had to enlist…
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Notebook ready, A list is made; Timeline, SMART goals – Mood is frayed! How to step over A sizeable rut? Food the medicine, For the wounds that cut. Then there was injury- So much of that; Nothing was going to Whisk away fat! Well-meaning family Didn’t understand ; Circumstances seemed to be Out of my…
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To say it crippled me, would be an understatement. Not only had I lost Dad, but my health kept taking a nose-dive, the house fell further and further into disarray, and my motivation was about as strong as Solomon’s in the book of Ecclesiastes, who wrote, “ Everything is meaningless!”. Little pockets of energy powered…
She hath wings 