oh its over.. closure

Oh its over, - Closure, but not in my heart.
Time to go sooner or later.
The days I spent revising the problems that occur,
It didn't work then, but its not the point, revising some more,
Every one is different, the person, the day, the hour changes that,
How the past was spent, what the young, youthful time, meant,
Was it laugh or was it hurt,
Activities enhance the day doing it the meaningful way,
Go away, I just want to be left alone.
Half an hour that goes and this can change to a yes,
This will create a moment the smile means so much, its all to do with a connection that comes naturally to you, us!

 

 

It’s hard to Explain

The grief, the pain is hard to explain,
The memories, the smiles you gave,
But it’s only for a short time,
Till we meet again,
A gentleman with humour,
And not forgetting the Father in Law in a million.
Out of pain now for which I am glad.
But the legacy you leave is Dementia’s will be talked about and
people will know what it truly means.

The Christmas Cheer

It’s the Christmas Spirit arriving again.
Time we send wishes to all good men.
The Trees continue to be decorated with glee
Is it a star or a fairy?  But not for all as lots didn’t have a tree.
Instead houses were with candles and stars and the nativity scene.
Not much has changed from the 1940’s or 50’s
Apart from the street lights we see today. 

However now presents given are piled up to the sky,
 Maybe exaggerated, but here’s why 
Back then there were few presents and mainly it was clothes 
But what meant allot were the family toasts, 
Families important just as today, but it was different, as nothing got thrown away.
And most went to Church. 

A small Chicken was eaten Christmas Day, poultry was a treat nothing more to say.
Oh yes and no Television, not like today, this time we spent chatting with games to fill our day.  

Well with all that said I want you to have a lovely day 
Pull crackers, sing songs and toast another day. 

1st 12.2013

Heaven

Heaven











Of those who went without a goodbye,
It leaves a pain, that is there,
Hard to Cry.

This is in remembrance of you today,
As it is coming to a year,
 Since you went away....
You died.....

You parted this world with dignity,
As you hid the illness from us all, to see,
You will never die, Our heart still aches,
But I know you are definitely in that Better Place.
HEAVEN.

Management of time


No time I will make some
But in work there is none,
the day just went and gone,
I FORGOT THAT ...

Is this time or overload,
Too much loaded,
It just makes you jaded,
I FORGOT THAT ....

Home is a place to moan,
But while i am at home,
Not even in the zone,
But I am just having a moan,
I didn't forget that time I FORGOT.

Management of time is only mine and my problem.
I don't forget , I haven't forgot, that time is me, mine and certainly not yours.

 Every five

Five was a bike rolling down the hill, carefree happy days with plenty of will
Ten, two move,s and the second lot of new made friends, to make.
Fifteen oh to move again.

Friends left behind.Unhappy in this time, the life that was getting destroyed.
Crying for weeks and weeks must of been hard to see.
 If it was someone different it would be good.
But No it was the Friends left again.
Left school early, work it was to be, but 1st breakdown at 17..
Up again like Jack, Lots of carefree acts, baby, illness, new friends again to be made,
 Most never stayed as they didn't know how to cope or what to say.
I can't throw any blame,
Oh Baby illness was 23... and time to grieve.
Hospitalized for months with bouts of ECT - It set me free
Time to leave and starting again was the story for me.
The surprize to all was a marriage ending a day short of 3. But not for me.
Criky there is really no wonder now for me, reading back in poem what friends mean to me.

The Friends I have mean the world to me.

Time to learn

HOW OLD time to learn.

Crap to be told by the person, not so directly involved.
Its like a repeat of stories of old.
Actually I am wondering HOW OLD?

Yes I am talking about age.
In relation I am glad i am not the same.
I speak to the all people first hand.
As I know if you don't things can turn bad.
HOW OLD?

If it wasn't meant, it is a lesson that must be learnt.
Because if it wasn't, next time you will become burnt.
Treat people with respect ... Its not something you get on a plate.
Beating around the bush is so wrong as its not like you are 21.
How Old... Time to learn....






Not written today ..... maybe just over a year ago....  April