Friday, August 26, 2016

Time travel

She is beautiful, her age is 29 and she has just lost her husband and now has their daughter (my paternal grandmother) to care for by herself. Looking at the picture I see that I have her nose and maybe her eyes and lips too (when I was younger). She died before I was born yet here (and at such a young age) she is faced with a bleak future for there is no widows pension, no family to support her or her 10 year old daughter. Her husband Frederick was an insurance agent when few people could afford to think of a future without a partner. I hope he did so but she still needed security so later married a man who managed a public house (or tavern) for a local brewery. Her daughter Maud married and their first child was my father and as a child he used to visit them then finally lived with his grandmother and his new step-grandfather and they helped to bring him up in the 1920's. I wish I had met her for I would loved to thank her for being part of me.

                                                        I see me in her
                                                 In overcoming sadness
                                                        Never giving up

Note that in her hand there is the traditional mourning card and that her clothes are typical of funeral wear of the period which she would have worn for some time.

Image of Sarah Ann Harvey (nee Hipwell) 1893

Thursday, August 25, 2016

The cat at the window

The cat sat at the window sill looking out at the watching the birds at feeder eyes darting from one to the other.

“Do you want to go out?” she asked the cat who glared back in disgust that such a stupid question should be asked, then stared out the window again.

She went to the kitchen to give her some food and the cat turned her head and glaring at her watched her go.

“Kitty, kitty, come on its ready now” and the cat ran out to her but instead of eating her food stood yowling by the back door.

“Oh you want to go out first do you Kitty? she said opening the door as the cat dashed off in the garden scattering the birds at the feeder who then looked down squawking a warning from the trees.

She then began to tidy the house and found that her sewing basket had been tipped over and all the bits and bobs had been scattered over the floor, “Now who could have done that” she asked.

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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

I walked into town

I walked into town
Our shopping is now all done
Plenty in the fridge

I have stretched my legs
The garden bursts with colour
Tea and biscuit time

Our dog grins at us
Clearly suggesting a walk
To the park we go

You are by my side
I sneak one sweet tender kiss
We laugh together

How simple it is
Counting our blessings each day
Basking in your warmth

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Saturday, August 20, 2016

Was I dreaming?

Was I dreaming?
Hearing children's laughter
The lap of water on the shore
Seagulls hovering overhead

Or unwinding?
From Morpheus's cruel spell
Splash of anchor, rattle of chain
Now rushing, gushing through my mind

Clear blue skies
You leaning against me
We're both relaxed and contented
Now wrapped up in each others arms

Was it all real?
I fear it's but a dream 
Our love story is now over
For you've left me all by myself

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She'd disappeared

He lifted his head
A noise was heard
So cringed as usual
Lest a boot be used
Now master was home

Dutifully he rose
A small wag of tail
Then he spun around
His duty performed
Imprinted on his brain

For he knew his job
Always bark and snarl
When he heard a noise
Keep out of the way
At all other times

He dreamed many things
Howling at the moon
Running in the mist
Being free of ticks
Living far from him

Licking friendly hands
Being trim and brushed
Being petted by
That lady who came
Who stroked his fur

Who'd gave him a chip
She'd disappeared
The man had fought her
It all stemmed from that
He'll shoot me next

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You are the one

In that one instant
I looked in your eyes
And breathed you in
I then realised
Yes, you are the one
For me

Then when I touched you
Oh how soft you were
That sweetest smile
Shone on you cute face
Yes, you are the one
For me

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Friday, August 19, 2016

He woke with a start

He woke with a start
As Sue murmured in her sleep
He reached to touch her

But she wasn't there
He was all alone in bed
Lonely widower

She'd done this before
As she kept on coming back
To lie by his side

He could breathe her in
Feel the warmth of her presence
And hear her whispers

By morn she was gone
So should he find someone else
To stop her coming?

Some made eyes at him
He even dated one or two
It didn't feel right

Happier this way
He knew it was not the same
Without Sue in bed

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