She hath wings
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Category: Memories
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Just a few short months on and I am now crying, not tears of anticipation, but of farewell. I watched my dear father pass away – that very spiritual moment when his soul left his body and went to be with the Lord, almost 2 weeks ago. This week we will celebrate his life and…
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You cared – really cared; You made me feel like a princess When everyone else passed me by. But you were not to be mine. I watched you from a distance Then hid myself away; I couldn’t bear it any longer. You had moved on, But I was still stuck in yesterday. You looked after…
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Out of the darkness, Came a new sound; A pillar of strength, Where hope was found. First came a forth a glimmer, Then creative torrents flowed – A heart gaping open, As in tears, I sowed. More and more, This new song came; New melody, new chords A new found flame. It mattered not Whether…
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Objects from the past; Links to today- All that’s left of then, But now… Hope- That I’ll see you, And the past, not in vain; We’ll go on Stronger; Deeper than before, Trust; Parallel paths; Going the same way- Loss; So hard to bear- Not again- I couldn’t! You were special- You are; Wish you…
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For quite some time now, I have been unable to process the swirling thoughts in my head. I was overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions I couldn’t make sense of. A friend I have come to trust for wisdom and a listening ear helped me start to make sense of it all this week. Buried memories…
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My family and I decided to check out an annual food, music and wine festival tonight. The kids played on the playground and we bumped into some old friends we hadn’t seen for a while. We heard two bands and then my hubby and son rode the dodgem cars together. It was wonderful giving my…
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Standing there under warm lights, Violin raised and bow drawn, I found you in that sea of faces At sweet, innocent, fifteen. I’d never seen you through that lens And perhaps never will again; A thrill not equalled on that stage- Proud moment standing still. As I played, you did not know The ballad became…
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When I was just a few years old, I had something big weighing on my mind. I was feeling extremely guilty – not for something I had done as a once-off, but for a repeated offence. What was worse, Tommy seemed to be affected in the long-term from what I had done only a handful…
She hath wings 