About ten years back we took a blind friend to casualty… She had bumped her head and had had headache for three days.
After we had taken the first hurdle , getting the receptionist to talk directly to my friend, we sat and waited. Finally we saw a Dr. After an examination he decided she was okay and needed some pain killers. First though he said he wanted to have a look at her eyes. My friend V said… “No point I don’t have any eyes…these are plastic….” He didn’t really believe her until she removed them!
As I said he decided to give her painkillers. He took a box from the shelf and proceeded to stick a label on the box. He handed them to me, I handed them to V who felt them all over them pronounced in a loud voice ” what idiot has put a label over the brail instructions on this box I can read it now”
The doctor stuck his head round the curtain and asked…”what did she just say?”
I repeated word for word what V had said. The Dr looked at me and V and then said…” Really there is brail on the box .. I had no idea” yes he really said that.
He got down another box and I showed him the brail…he said he had never known that.
As we left V said “see what I have to put up with…idiots” We left laughing.
It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. So, take this opportunity to learn more about the particular form. You can use any subject, theme, or words to convey your message.
Welcome to The Three Things Challenge over at Di’s blog pensitivity101. She said “Everyday I’ll give you three words or things that will hopefully trigger your creativity. No need to use them all if you don’t want to, simply read the prompt and see what comes to mind. You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the new logo if you wish. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.
Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.
Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.
Care weighs heavy on me. The light struggles with the dark clouds. I sit in the lounge as the clock ticks and the rain hits the window. I breath slowly trying to rid the fear and pain within. Events from the evening before fill my mind. Words taken out of context only tell half story. I care when I should not, it will be taken up and thrown back at me.
Thinking of all those in need of compassion, at this time thinking of my brother in law lost in the grip of demantia and my sister coping but struggling.
Just Fooling Around With Bee said : But enough of the wonderful memories. Let’s celebrate our extended families and the love they give us in any form you prefer! Friends Diamonds
Diamonds in the Dust
Not always there in person but always by your side
To always lend that helping hand. To be a loving special guide.
To understand when no one does to place in you their trust.
When all is lost and all are gone they are the diamonds in the dust.
Money’s lost and you’ve missed the bus, there is just one person you can phone.
When you can talk and you can walk they’ll discretely drop you home.
They’ll pick you up and hose you down and make sure you are sober.
To find the shoe that you have lost all stones they will turn over.
They help you out asking for nothing in return when all eslse is bust
They are the diamonds in the dust
To smile with you and delight in your pleasure and celebrate your minor wins
To celebrate what you treasure they defend you when all consign you to the bins
True to you they always stay no matter if you are far away,
With them it is never “Out of sight and out of mind” to support you is a must
They don’t forget they are always kind those diamonds in the dust.
So when you stand alone without a helping hand.
Hope is gone and all seems lost the fires of fear are fanned.
The ones who never left your side, who always waved your banner
Still stand for you at any cost they are as fullfilling as heaven’s manner.
So remember as you sieve your life
The good the bad all the damn strife,
As you separate the wheat from the chaff as they blow away in a winds gust.
The ones that stay and never sway are the diamonds in the dust.
This is Just fooling around with Bee Idea for a February daily challenge! To suit her spoilt inner child…. and mine come to that so here we go! Hold on to your heart! Join in here
Just Fooling Around With Bee said: This post is dedicated to all of them: Birth-mothers, step-mothers, mother-in-laws, aunts, friends, therapists, doctors, bosses…. you name them.
This prompt is a free one: Chose whichever form suits you but show some love to the mothers in your life.
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Mother love is selfless and deeper than the
Ocean, boundless and undemanding always
There when you need it. No judgement or side taken
However far or expensive to pocket or heart. Love is
Everlasting, open handed and without question.
Ready always to be sweep in and scoop you up and love you.
Loyal and true always at the end of a phone
Open minded to your problems never judging or
Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf
Even though you may not deserve it , it’s there Mother Love.
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This song reminds me of when my mother died I miss her so much I am crying as I write!
Here is a poem I wrote about my mum many of you will of seen it before but this is about mothers isn’t it?
Welcome to my “Heartland Echoes,” where I aim to share my poems with the world, along with my survival story and autobiography of childhood abuse, motivational quotes, and much more. Through my words, I hope to inspire others to share their own stories and experiences. Each poem is a piece of my heart and soul, along with a story of a traumatic past, crafted with inspiration, Hope, faith, love and passion. I believe that by sharing our art and emotions, I’ll be able to connect with others on a deeper level and create a sense of community.
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