She hath wings

Learning to soar above life's storms

Category: Memories

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • My son and I had a long-awaited visit to Melbourne’s only Cat Cafe on Saturday. It is situated in Guildford lane, only a few minutes walk from Melbourne Central Station. We travelled to Flinders Street station, catching a 59 (Airport West) tram from Elizabeth Street up to Melbourne Central. We could have taken a train…

  • The Fight

    She packed away the baby things, And with that, her hope took flight- Not many knew the grief she had carried – The desperation and the fight. Not only were the final years slipping away, But it seemed that the possibility was none; Her dream of having a little girl Left as quickly as it…

  • Beautiful

    You called me beautiful; I wondered what you saw – Am I beautiful because you remember what I was, Or do you know what’s deep inside? I have known you for so many years And never once Did you speak harsh words Or make me feel small You’re a giant in my eyes – And…

  • She Waited

    Her fourteen year old smile Approved each detail tentatively. She anticipated each ride To that familiar place, Where sweat was a sweet thing – A sign that when the siren pierced the air, He might be there. He used to come more frequently And she wished she had noticed then; It was his absence that…

  • Remembering You

    I’m listening to love songs Remembering you Sweet love of my youth – Your smile won’t grow old Pillar of strength Gentle as a dove My happy drug For all seasons You’re living your life Apart from mine But once in a while You’re in my dreams I can picture you Standing there As if…