New Years Eve - 2011
The time for new beginnings,
A time to start anew,
The ending of another year
We all wish it adieu.
The old year is departing-
With a heavy heartfelt sigh,
So many tears and heartache
As we wish last year goodbye.
A year I will remember
Two thousand and eleven,
The very year my dearest Mum
Did enter into heaven.
And life will never be the same,
As how it was before,
To lose a mother good and true
Who I really did adore.
But now we start a new year,
We cannot dwell upon the past -
But hoping that this brand new year
Is better than the last.
31st December 2011
In The Rain. 
My point in life is plain,
As I stand here in the rain,
As the raindrops I do taste...
I am learning of my place.
One small cog in life am I,
And I know that I will try,
Life's reality is stark...
But I shall try to leave my mark.
Into creation I have sprung,
Just a girl of twenty one,
I hope to live a life that's kind...
And I pray true love to find.
Be life short, or be it long,
I'll have time to sing my song,
And learn to love the human race,
As I leave my tiny trace...
Just to show that I was here,
And of life I have no fear,
And I will hope my words remain,
As I stand here in the rain.
Written in 1975
Stones 
I have a large collection, which increases all the time,
Something that is personal, and ultimately mine.
Every time I travel, a tiny stone I take,
From mountains, beaches, houses,the seaside or a lake.
Every place I've visited, since I was roughly eight,
I'd take a tiny pebble to remind me of the date.
The stones I have are many,of a myriad shapes and sizes,
And there within this box of mine are many sweet surprises.
The place where both my sons were born, I have a stone I took,
And from a tiny stream in Wales beside a babbling brook.
I have a stone from by the church, upon my wedding day,
And from my dearest Fathers grave, while I would kneel and pray.
And every place I've visited, countries far and wide,
From every house I've ever lived, just gathered from outside.
A pebble from the driveway ,of Princess Di's late home,
Another one from Paris, Japan and even Rome.
Then places in America, I always bring one back,
I label it, and wrap it, and pop it in a pack.
A stone I have from Singapore, and one or two from Spain,
And one I gathered from my beach, standing in the rain.
Pebbles from sweet Florida, gathered in the sun,
Pebbles from Wisconsin, I treasure every one.
I recall we drove for hours, for a Minnesota stone,
But it is just as priceless as the one I have from home.
Then friends they too will send me, pebbles from afar,
White Egyptian pebbles, pebbles from Quatar.
I have a stone from Alcatraz, lebelled with the date,
Mount Rushmore is another one, the box is quite a weight!
And when the winter nights draw in, upon my sofa curled,
I sometimes get my pebbles out, and visit 'round the world.
What happy recollections, of places I have seen,
And places where friends thought of me, wherever they have been.
As stones they are just worthless, as so often I am told...
But to me each stone within my box, is worth far more than gold.
Happy New Year. 
It almost is over,
Another year gone,
New wishes been granted-
And lessons been drawn.
New hope for tomorrow,
For peace in our time,
New oceans to traverse,
And mountains to climb.
No time for regretting
The days which have passed,
Just counting my blessings,
The list is quite vast.
A new year beginning,
My hope is reborn,
No time for the past now-
Or feeling forlorn.
I'm here and I'm happy,
And I'm feeling so good,
And all that seemed muddled
is now understood.
I'm greatly surrounded
By an aura of calm,
It's soothing my spirit,
Like a gentle sweet balm.
And I'd just like to wish you,
A time without fear,
As we're gently approaching
Another new year.
I pray it's a good one,
For you and your kin,
May the days which are coming
Offer peace from within.
And so as we're waving
The old year goodbye,
May we let out the bad things,
Like a soft gentle sigh.
Embracing the new year,
With it's blessings untold,
May it be just a good one..
As we watch it unfold.
A year of much kindness,
Without any fear,
My tenderest wishes...
For a Happy New Year!
Christmas Gift. 
I smiled at you for Christmas
What better gift to give..
A love thats undivided
For as long as I shall live.
I sent my love for Christmas
Wrapped with a golden bow,
More feelings wrapped up with it
Than you shall ever know.
I sent a hug at Christmas,
With feelings so sincere,
And many deep emotions..
And yes, a silent tear.
I sent my heart this Christmas,
Its special, and its yours,
Its drifts its way across the miles
To far off distant shores.
I dont have much this Christmas,
To send to you, its true,
But I shall send my greatest gift,
My gift of loving you.
Merry Christmas sweetheart.
Hayes
Little bird, I brought you into this world
And nurtured you until you were well and strong
And how you did repay me manifold
With a closeness I just knew could not be wrong.
So tame, you'd come and sit upon my hands
And talk in words of this and other lands
Taught with the patience I could share
And you repaid me, by always being there.
Your cheery words would greet me every day
And over eighty words you learned to say
For such a little bird, you were so bright
Knowing the difference between goodmorning and goodnight.
The day you passed, I lined your flight, my Hayes
With tears which washed your soul for days and days..
And washed your way to heaven, paved your way...
Where we shall meet again, one special day.
I bred budgerigars for years, and Hayes was the most special. He was the one we kept indoors, and he said over 80 phrases, some even in Spanish. Sadly he only lived for three years, but the three years we had him were magical. He was a little blessing.
Goodnight Sweet World. 
Goodnight sweet world its time to sleep,
And lay there as I'm counting sheep.
I wonder if you think of me,
As I do think of thee.
The last thought as I close my eyes,
My first thought when each day I rise,
As if I thought you never knew..
Is always just of you.
And reaching out to touch the stars,
Which once were only ever ours,
I wonder if you've ever known,
That I wait here alone.
My life seems one long endless wait,
One twisted, empty bowl of fate,
And every hour, a day for me,
Or so it seems to be.
And so I slumber off to bed,
And visions echo in my head,
Its time to finish what I write...
Its time to say goodnight.
Birthday Vow.
I sometimes feel so very blessed,
Knowing that I've done my best
And always risen to the quest,
I feel that I have passed the test.
I've always done what I can do,
Been honest, loyal, good and true,
Been there when I was needed to,
And always seen things through.
I'll always say a silent prayer,
And folks will know I truly care,
Even if I cant be there,
Their problems I will share.
Not everyone can be the same,
And this I feel is such a shame,
Although I wouldn't ever blame..
When they have called, I came.
In my life I will not fret,
For I dont have but one regret,
I have repaid my friendships debt,
And offered all I have, and yet...
I'm happy for the things I've done,
I've shared my tiny bit of sun,
With almost always everyone..
And no-one, did I ever shun.
I'm happy with my little lot,
The things I've given, and have got,
Good deeds I did and soon forgot,
I never stayed with any plot.
I always did, what I felt was true,
And how the years so swiftly flew,
But life still holds it's perfect view..
Another year, to start anew.
For come today, I'm fifty one,
The good I tried to do, is done,
Regrets I have are truly none,
In fact I feel life's just begun.
Today is just a tiny part,
Of brand new days I can impart..
The love I hold inside my heart..
And that is just the start..
I promise from today to try,
A birthday vow I will apply,
To be kind until my last goodbye..
This day, the second of July.
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The Makings Of A Dream 
Inside every one of us, so it would surely seem,
Are foundations for our future and the makings of a dream.
We all will keep it dormant, in the creases of our mind,
For many years it hides away, silent and confined.
And as our age increases, the dream is always there,
We push aside its relevance, as if we wern't aware.
Other things take precedence, always to the fore,
As if the dream we've carried, doesn't matter anymore.
Our dream might be a small one, nothing monumental,
But it remains a part of us...growing, silent, gentle.
It should be always nurtured, however small it seems,
For it becomes eventual hope, and all our future dreams.
Our dream is what prevents us from a life that's very sad,
It's all that lays in front of us, and all we've ever had.
It's all that is our comfort, and all that makes us smile,
It makes our lives so liveable, and makes each day worthwhile.
So don't ignore the dreams you have, but nurture them with care,
They'll add that touch of hopefullness, when life can seem unfair.
They'll fill your life with reason, and give your spirit lift,
The makings of your dream could be your comfort and your gift.
Kate
I watch you sleeping peacefully, my very precious friend,
Sharing a love which oh so few could comprehend..
And as I watch each sleeping breath you take,
I know our closeness will still be there, when you awake.
And in the morning we shall walk, just you and I,
And I wont ever need to ask the reason why,
You came into my life, because I truly know,
God gave you to me, just so He could show...
No greater love for me to comprehend
Than that shown to me by you, my canine friend.
Kate graced my life for eleven years until her entry into Paradise in the year 2000. She was my greatest friend, a true Duchess, and I still love and miss her dearly.
My Megan 
You represent a world to me
Of everything thats wild and free
Sat there, curled up upon my knee,
My Megan.
I see you run along the beach
Miles and miles within your reach
What lessons if you could, you'd teach,
My Megan.
Such loyalty within your eyes
A thousand goodnight lullabys
Wrapped up in friendship ever wise,
My Megan.
And when I need a loyal friend
Who is it comes, her ear to lend?
And all my heartaches swiftly mend,
My Megan.
I could not hope to say to thee
How very much you mean to me
And always will, eternally,
My Megan.
How could I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee
Who is so very true to me,
My Megan.
Words. 
It bears no name, and has no shame,
A gentle touch, a hand to clutch,
When comes the night, it feels so right,
It is the thing, to which we cling.
When it is built, it has no guilt,
It's right and true, wont lie to you,
In honesty it offers all, each moment which you may recall.
Each tender kiss, each hour of bliss.
When you dismay, it shall replay.
Like some old movie, fears allay.
Should you forget, or just regret,
Each mem'ry made, each serenade,
Its not unkind, it will remind.
Of every song, which has now gone.
Of whispered words, and songs of birds.
And trust you had, which now has gone,
And all in life, which went so wrong,
When we were weak, but love was strong.
It felt so right, to just belong,
And share together, lovers song.
And in the twinkling of an eye, a lovers gasp, a gentle sigh,
Will echo through the mists of time,
when I was yours, and you were mine.
And at the ending of each day,
I'll watch the palm trees gently sway,
And hear the waves crash in the bay,
And watch the water bounce and spray...
While sat outside some small cafe, it is your name I'll softly say.
Old age may not be kind to me,
There is no written guarantee,
But I have known what few do know,
a joy that's left from long ago.
I touched perfection in a day, was honest in a caring way.
It bears no name, and has no shame,
It lived inside, it was my guide,
In golden hue, inside it grew,
Nothing in life ever more pure, of this I know, of this I'm sure.
The final dance, no backward glance,
Love has no name. Love has no shame.
I just endure, there is no cure.
Just hoping in the future years, there's no regret, there's no more tears,
As life begins another phase, another morning, golden haze,
Another sun to warm the day, another tune to softly play...
Another heart to softly give, another life to gently live.
An endless link, always combined..two lives forever intertwined.
A Baby Boy
A baby boy of three or four is playing on the sand.
A pity, true, this baby boy, will soon become a man.
No knowledge has he of world affairs, he doesnt really care,
But one day soon a man he'll be, to fight and drink and swear.
So leave him play, he'll never know, of greater fun and joy,
As when he played apon the sand - a tiny baby boy.
1964
This is one of the very first poems I ever wrote.
I was aged 10, and even back then, wanted nothing
but a son. Little boys have always been the apple
of my eye.
Just An Ordinary Girl 
I'm just an ordinary girl
In an extraordinary world
With a heart thats very kind
And an open, restful mind.
I take pleasure in whats good
Do things as I know I should
I do a good turn when I can
'though I have no master plan.
In a world thats full of grace
I try and take life at my pace
And see the best that I can see
In the life surrounding me.
I am happy just to learn
I ask for little in return
And I thank my God above
For my ability to love.
I feel if we all can do our part
To share a piece within our heart
With our fellow kith and kin
God will help us from within.
And if one kindness we can do
To each other, me and you,
Then I really do feel sure
God will make our spirits pure.
So as you go about your day
In whatever tiny way
Just try to be aware
You have a kindness you can share.
And as you will impart
A little love from in your heart
So as you walk lifes lengthy mile
Be glad you made another smile.
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