Unfilled Spaces

You used to sit opposite me,
in a chair designated
as yours.
While around us and beside us,
our children and their friends
came and went,
through open doors.

The room is rearranged now,
no special chair is there
as yours.
While around me and within me,
the memories and their echoes
come and go,
through half closed doors.

{Christmas Eve 2017}


A happy day

I’ve had a happy day
with family come to see,
I wonder if they know
how happy that makes me?
They fill my heart right up
with all the good they bring.
And leave me with a voice
that straightway starts to sing.
For family are my treasure
in the storehouse of my life,
whether times are happy
or whether times of strife.
We stand beside each other
to share what comes our way:
A tear, a smile, a hug,
gives courage to our day.
For family bonds all deepen
as we journey through each year
and every day my family
to me becomes more dear!

How to Cultivate a Wife

Choose a female plant whose shape, appearance and character you find attractive.
Carefully select the right spot for her and tenderly settle her there. [If handled roughly, the stem may break unexpectedly]
These plants usually flourish with a reasonable degree of attention, so be sure to keep well-watered with a strong solution of love and concern –checking that the soil doesn’t dry out- the plant won’t survive if left dry too long.
When watering add a good pinch of humour and a couple of squeezes of cheerfulness. {A little more of each won’t matter}
If the plant seems a little miserable talk gently to it each morning and evening in an encouraging and admiring manner, and you will soon see a marked improvement.
It may also help to change it’s position to where the sunlight of co-operation can reach it more easily, but take care to not let the hot wind of criticism scorch it. It can stand this wind on occasion if its’ from the constructive direction. Otherwise it must be sheltered with a sturdy shade of self-esteem tied round with kindness.
You may sometimes observe a few prickles begin to grow on the stem. Quickly and carefully dust with a good quality understanding applied in fairly large hugfulls, followed by a gentle spray of consideration {you may need to wear gloves!}
The prickles may appear at intervals but almost always respond to the above treatment if it is continued consistently. Of course, no gardener worth his green thumb will omit to supply this precious plant with continuous and copious doses of loyalty.
Will continued care your plant will reward you with years and years of joy in the beauty of its’ blossoms and the sweetness of its’ fruits, which can be harvested at all seasons. If you are careful to follow these suggestions you will discover that on hot or stormy days this plant will become your favourite shady resting place and you will always leave its’ shelter feeling refreshed and heartened.

How to Preserve a Husband

Be careful of your selection. Take only from those who have been grown in a good moral atmosphere. Choose slightly matured-not too young, as the taste may not be exactly what you expected. {it takes a good few summers to produce the best fruit}.
When selected, do not keep them in a pickle, or hot water, this tends to make them sour, hard and sometimes bitter. Instead rinse them gently, as required, in a warm solution of love and kindness, with a few spoonfuls of fun and even a sprig of adventure to flavour the end product.
To prevent the fruit from rolling off your working space, hedge it round with caring thoughts and words of encouragement. I advise adding a dry towel of praise sprinkled with genuine admiration, to mop up any drops of resentment that may have formed if you have been careless in the way you handled the fruit.
All harvestings may not yield the same sort of fruit, so be careful not to use the tool of comparison when asking about others’ recipes or methods of use. This may cause you to forget how good your last years’ crop tasted.
Most varieties can be made sweet and tender by garnishing with patience, well sweetened with smiles and flavoured with kisses to taste.
Then wrap them in a mantle of charity. Keep warm with a steady fire of devotion and serve with the sweetened cream of gratitude. When thus preserved they will fill your larder shelves with gladness and keep for many, many, years!

Time Change

In days of yore
That have gone before,
When the kids and friends were come.
There was lots of noise
From girls and boys,
Within our modest home.
So every day
That came my way
When everyone was out,
I counted blest!
Though I loved it best
When they were all about.
But then came years
That brought the tears
When hubby left this earth.
And children found
A newer ground
In their own family’s birth.
So now the pattern of my days
Has changed in many, many ways,
And quiet hours oft I see.
Thus I count the times as best
And feel that I am very blest
When my family come to visit me.


Today is my birthday.
I’m not very young,
I’ve written lots of words
My song has been sung.
I’ve been to some places
When I traveled afar.
But sometimes now
I don’t know where I are.
I look for my glasses
They’re up on my head.
I tell stories ten times
‘Cause I forget what I said.
I don’t know what to do
When the computer goes wrong.
Like I said before
I’ve finished my song.
But as that is negative
And I am not
I take that all back
I just forgot!
So here are some things
That I still do.
I don’t care if you’re listening
I’m gonna tell them to you!
I take a walk every day
In the fresh country air.
I do a crossword each evening
As I sit in the chair.
I knit little toys
For kids that are ill.
I sit at the computer
To pay every bill.
I get out my paints
And dabble away,
Sometimes it’s good
Sometimes just okay.
I conduct music at church
When everyone sings,
I work in my garden
Weeding, planting and things.
I deliver meals on wheels
Every week or two.
{I might need them some day
Delivered by you.}
I make cards for birthdays
With a personal touch,
I clean and I cook
But that’s not very much.
Because I live in a house
That’s small but so sweet,
I have all that I need
To make life complete.
My family love me
{Well most of the time}
I hope they don’t mind
Being put in this rhyme!
I’ve printed a book
With my poems galore.
If I want another printed
I have to write some more.
I research family history
For myself and a friend,
It keeps going on
There isn’t an end.
I’ve found thousands of names
All connected to me.
All twigs and branches
On the family tree.
So I’m keeping busy
With happy filled days.
And they’re especially happy
When I feel the suns rays.
Today my family are coming
Bringing afternoon tea.
So all I can say is
Happy birthday to me!