Time of the year to count our blessings. Looking at what you’ve got rather than what you haven’t is the best way to happiness. My blessings come in the form of my beautiful daughter. She has been working on a cruise ship for a few years, but now she’s settled in Ragdale Hall, Melton Mowbary. Good news is that she’s only a short drive away, so this Christmas will be special with her around. She’s loveable and passionate with everything she does. If ever you go to Ragdale Hall, ask for Ann. She’s the best therapist in my opinion. A poetry competition on Writelink a few months ago asked for a poem with the theme: Contradictions. Ann came to mind. Here’s the poem I wrote. It didn’t win, but I enjoyed writing it.
A poem of Contradictions.
Ann Susan Jane
You’re so pretty, yet massively vain.
Far too kind and generous with that credit card.
So real and vibrant, truly alive,
My precious doll.
I want to hold you tight till the end of time,
Keeping you safe.
Living wild and free on your boat on the sea.
“Oh it’s a ship, silly me.”
One day you’ll make a wonderful wife,
To an unsuspecting man who will have his life
Turned upside down by you.
My lovely daughter.
Then our two sons are the best of mates, and really great people. They take time for friends and they’re always there for each other in times of trouble. Sometimes when they leave the house, I watch them walking down the street, feeling so proud. Nothing can match that. Here’s my next poem. One that has been on my blog before, but I love it, and though Ann is now on land, it’s a poem that sums up how I feel about our family.
Being Your Mum
My role as your mum is such a privileged one.
Three fine young people before me I see,
Each contributing to society.
Ann is all at sea, on the cruise ships,
Giving beauty treatments to the cruisers.
Iwan is off to Torquay, to make a fresh start,
Preventing fires in the nearby airport.
Aled is the top telephone man at T.N.T.,
Always there when needed.
So when you wrap it all up,
Ann, Iwan and Aled,
You’re the cream of the crop.
Xx I love you xx
I can’t close this post without mentioning the man who I fell in love with, a long time ago. I was 18 and he was 24. When I walked into the room, our eyes met. I knew he was the one. The man for me. He told me after that he had the same feelings about me. We married shortly after, and had our family. After ten years, unfortunately, we parted and divorced. Fifteen years on, we were back together, and married a few years later. So, every day, I count my blessings and know that I’m so lucky to have love, happiness and health. Here’s my last poem for this post. It was published in My Weekly a few years ago. It’s also been in Quantum Leap small press poetry magazine.
RICH IS A FEELING
Rich isn’t cold coins and dirty notes,
Rich is a feeling.
Wealth isn’t piles of cash and wads of tenners,
Wealth has more meaning.
Rich is watching the birds in spring,
Swooping, diving, and finding their wings.
Rich is when you sing with pride,
You smile a lot, and feel alive.
Summer sunshine, autumn leaves,
Springtime rain and Christmas trees.
Seasons changing, what a pleasure,
Rich is a feeling you just can’t measure.
Enjoy the Christmas season, and welcome to my new blog followers.