Wednesday 30th April 2014
Just for you. Yes Including You.
Just wanting to brag again about my Campnano challenge which I managed to complete. I must admit I surprised myself with this project, by signing up to it but never expecting to fulfill it. No more to be said.
Casting ones mind into the world of fantasy.
Drifting on the wind, floating high.
Clouds engulf and wipe the dirt from your skin.
Droplets of rain then wash and cleanse the soul.
You slowly fall to the earth, and find yourself once again whole. ..
In the past few months I have had my eyes opened, opened to people’s dilemma’s and ailments and health issues. I posted a couple of posts about my hospital stay and what I went through, and received an overwhelming response of kindness. I am still astounded at people’s kindness, and how they continue to be upbeat and happy. However since my release from hospital and now trying to recover I have since read many other people’s blogs and posts about their issues, and am always surprised at the way the people manage to carry on with life. Some of their issues are very serious health problems some not quite so, but they are very meaningful and serious to them. I must admit to being ashamed by not commenting on their posts, mostly because I felt at a loss for words, because words never seem to be enough or right and me, well, I am never sure as to what to say. It is to everyone, past present and future I dedicate this little light-hearted poem. Also a beautiful song for you all.
The first line is the hardest to write,
So I’ve decided not to bother,
By leaving it out all together,
I can continue with the second.
Now I’ve come to verse number two,
I have no trouble at all to write,
The third line was easy to do,
And the fourth came just right.
Words for the third was hard to find,
Some came easy, while some were hard
But thinking for them, “ I don’t mind,”
It’s like finding that winning card.
Fourth is a verse that never goes right,
It’s the most difficult of all,
Sometimes I’ll sit up all the night,
All I hit is a bloody brick wall.
The fifth I find is a load of trash,
Because it’s the last, I let it go,
But at least I did give it a bash,
Why I wrote this , I don’t know.
Gaa/C May 2014©