GRACE.

21st. Grace. 

                                                                                                                                                                                    Patience is a virtue

                   A virtue is a grace

                   Grace is a little girl

                   who doesn’t wash her face!

 

              Told to me by my ‘Little Grandma’ when I

            Was a tiny girl.

 

Grace or Graceful?

 

There is grace in a group of flowers,

In the weeping of a Willow tree,

In a Swan sailing slowly on the lake.

In the sweep and swoop of birds on the wing.

In the “other-worldliness” of the Lakes

and the Mountains, here before us

and here after we have gone.

 

‘As graceful as a Gazelle’, I have heard said,

The Ballerina, balanced on her pointed toes

The girl being presented to the  Queen,

curtseying and handing her a bouquet.

The Bride, processing down the Aisle,

The gracefulness of the sleeping infant.

Our gratefulness for grace and Gracefulness.

 

Return….

After not being on this site in over a year, I am back! Promising myself to write more frequently! What am I thinking today? Yesterday we had a ‘Nordic’ walking machine delivered, to en…

Source: Return….

Return….

After not being on this site in over a year, I am back! Promising myself to write more frequently!

What am I thinking today? Yesterday we had a ‘Nordic’ walking machine delivered, to enable our elderly selves to walk indoors when the weather does not allow us to walk outside. This is our campaign to get fitter and slimmer. We are – my husband and myself.

Yesterday after my husband had joined all the jigsaw of pieces together into what looked like the picture in the advertising blurb, I had the first tentative ‘go’. I should explain that he is 79 and I am a year younger, we have both got problems and are in fragile health.

It was funny getting my feet in the foot positions, as the thing moves slightly as you put your weight on it! I did get myself on, leant my chest on the padded square which activates the little computer which does the timing, and loss of calories. I was pleased with myself, starting slowly, then gaining confidence got quicker and more positive movements., I was surprised how quickly I felt breathless and my arms and legs were going heavy with tiredness. I had to think carefully how to get off, husband standing ready to catch me if I overbalanced!

Later on in the evening, I had another try, I got even faster than my earlier attempt and felt a sense of achievement. The result was I had a very good nights’ sleep!

April 30 days/30 Poems Day 16. Tears

Day 16.             Tears.

Over the years, there have been many tears,

Tears of sadness, of frustration and of fear.

Tears of anger, of laughter and tears of joy. 

Tears for a girl, tears for a boy.

Tears of death, of love, tears we’ve shared,

Clinging together, how much we have cared.

In old age – tears no more can fall,

We’ve seen every thing, experienced it all,

Now with dry eyed tears, older and wiser.

April, 30 days/30 poems. Day 15.

Day 15.   Runny Honey.  

Honey is runny,

all sickly sweet and sticky,

finger licking, gooey.

food for us by bees,

buzzingly and busily,

flying very whizzily.

Looking for blooming 

blossoms. Dressed showily

Yellow, black and fluffily 

fancy striped coat  

flapping filmy, fairy wings

Busily, busy bees….