"I AM A SENTIMENTAL WOMAN"

"I AM A SENTIMENTAL WOMAN"

(author unknown)

My husband is an engineer by profession. I love him for his steady nature and the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I have to admit that I am growing tired of it. The reasons I loved him before have now become the source of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman, extremely sensitive when it comes to relationships and my feelings. I yearn for romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity and inability to bring romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision: that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired; there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered. He remained silent the whole night, deep in thought with a lit cigarette. My disappointment only increased. Here was a man who couldn’t even express his own predicament. What else could I hope for from him? Finally, he asked me, "What can I do to change your mind?"

Someone once said that it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes, I slowly answered, "Here's the question: if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let’s say I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both know that picking the flower will cause your death. Would you do it for me?"

He said, "I will give you your answer tomorrow..." My hopes sank upon hearing his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and I received a bunch of messages from him on messenger. It read: "My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain further..." The first message already broke my heart. I continued reading:

"When you use the computer, you always mess up the software programs and cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so I can help restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, so I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, so I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have cramps whenever your 'good friend' approaches every month, so I have to save my palms to calm the cramps in your tummy.

"You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you might be infected with infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, which isn’t good for your eyes, so I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help clip your nails and remove those annoying white hairs. I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and beautiful sand, and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the glow on your young face. So, my dear, unless I'm sure that someone loves you more than I do, I couldn’t pick that flower and die."

Tears streamed down my face, falling onto my phone screen and blurring the text. As I continued reading, "Now that you've finished reading my answer, if you're satisfied, please open the front door because I’m standing outside bringing your favourite bread and fresh milk..." I rushed to pull open the door and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands the milk bottle and loaf of bread.

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...

That’s life and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to overlook the true love that lies between peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms. It's never about grand gestures; it could be the most dull and boring form. Flowers and romantic moments are only surface appearances in a relationship. Underneath it all, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life.... Love, not words, wins arguments...

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"THE BIGGEST LESSON EVER"

"THE BIGGEST LESSON EVER"
(author unknown

My daughter wants to put me in a nursing home and take my money, but I have refused – I give her everything in life, NOW I GAVE HER THE BIGGEST LESSON EVER

Dear friends, let me tell you about my daughter who has seemingly lost her mind. She thinks just because I'm 90, I should be shipped off to some nursing home like an old piece of furniture. I have my own home; I still got plenty of life left in me.

So, I told her straight up, "If you don't want to take care of me, I'll take care of myself. I've got my savings, and I'll use them to hire a caregiver and stay right here in my own house."

Well, that made her madder than a wet cat! Turns out she was banking on getting her hands on my money. Now she's throwing a fit because her little plan ain't gonna work.

It has been more than a month that she hasn’t visited or called. And she made sure to tell me to not bother her until I am ready to take my a** to a nursing home

Imagine being 90 and having just one daughter. These days I kept thinking how God never gave me a son, or another daughter. Someone who would give some love to me.

I think Anne (My daughter) takes things for granted, so instead of her calling I called and then I gave her the biggest lesson in her life.

You won’t believe what I did to her, I know it is my own daughter, but after we spoke I invited her to urgently come as there are some big developments regarding my money.

Not even the next day, the very same night she shows up, but she wasn’t ready for what was coming to her. She comes in all confident and bossy, but when she saw… Her eyes widened up and she was pale as a ghost.

The Confrontation

There, in the living room, stood a lawyer and my new caregiver, Mrs. Thompson, a kind-hearted woman with a sturdy resolve. Anne’s confident smirk faded quickly as the reality of the situation hit her. She had expected to find me weak and desperate, but instead, she found me stronger than ever, standing my ground.

The lawyer began to speak, “Mrs. Anne, your mother has decided to take control of her assets and well-being. She has legally assigned her savings and property to be managed by a trust, with clear instructions that ensure her comfort and care without interference.”

Anne’s face turned red with anger. “This is absurd! You can’t do this to me, Mother!”

I looked her straight in the eye and said, “I can and I have. You wanted to throw me away and take my money. Now you’ll get nothing until I pass, and even then, it’ll be on my terms.”

The Aftermath

The shock and disbelief on Anne’s face were priceless. She tried to argue, but the lawyer calmly explained that everything was legally sound and unchangeable. Anne stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

For the first time in years, I felt a sense of peace and control over my life. Mrs. Thompson helped me to my favourite chair, and we sat down to have tea. I knew I had done the right thing. My daughter needed to learn that love and respect cannot be bought or coerced. They have to be earned and cherished.

As I sit here today, sipping my tea and watching the sunset, I am grateful for the strength I found within myself. I may be 90, but I am still capable of making my own decisions and living my life on my terms. Anne and I have found a new understanding, and my home is once again filled with love and respect.

This experience has taught me that it’s never too late to stand up for yourself, to demand the respect you deserve, and to teach those around you the true meaning of love and family.

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"AND THEN IT IS WINTER"

"AND THEN IT IS WINTER"

(author unknown)

To those who are older, and to those who are not quite there yet: This is a beautifully written piece, and so true. Take a couple of minutes to read slowly, then gaze out the window of your mind onto the landscape that is your life and ask the question, “What will you do to cultivate the years that remain?”

You know time has a way of moving quickly and catching you unaware of the passing years. It seems like yesterday that I was young, just married, and embarking on my new life with my mate. Yet in a way, it seems like eons ago, and I wonder where all those years went.

I know that I lived them all. I have glimpses of how it was back then and of all my hopes and dreams. But, here it is…the winter of my life, and it catches me by surprise. How did I get here so fast? Where did the years go and where did my youth go? I remember well seeing older people through the years and thinking that those “older people” were years away from me and that winter was so far off I could not fathom it or imagine fully what it would be like.

But, here it is…my friends are retired and getting grey…they move slower and I see an older person in myself now. Some are in better and some worse shape than me, but, I see the great change. Not like the ones that I remember who were young and vibrant, but, like me, their age is beginning to show and we are now those older folks that we used to see and never thought we’d be.

Each day now, I find that just getting a shower is a real target for the day! And taking a nap is not a treat anymore…it’s mandatory! Cause if I don’t on my own free will, I just fall asleep where I sit.

And so, now I enter this new season of my life unprepared for all the aches and pains and the loss of strength and ability to go and do things that I wish I had done but never did. But, at least I know, that though the winter has come, and I’m not sure how long it will last…this I know, that when it’s over on this earth…it’s over. A new adventure will begin!

Yes, I have regrets. There are things I wish I hadn’t done, things I should have done, but indeed, there are also many things I’m happy to have done. It’s all in a lifetime.

So, if you’re not in your winter yet, let me remind you, that it will be here faster than you think. So, whatever you would like to accomplish in your life, please do it quickly. Don’t put things off too long. Life goes by quickly. So, do what you can TODAY, as you can never be sure whether this is your winter or not.

You have no promise that you will see all the seasons of your life, so, LIVE FOR TODAY and say all the things that you want your loved ones to remember and hope that they appreciate and love you for all the things you have done for them in all the years past.

“Life” is a GIFT to you. The way you live your life is your gift to those who come after. Make it a fantastic one.

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"THE BUTTERFLY" by Becky Hemsley

"THE BUTTERFLY"
by Becky Hemsley

“Trade me a memory,” the butterfly said

“A memory that’s heavy and harsh,

And I’ll sit and I’ll listen and try my sweet best

To lighten the load on your heart”

So he told her of struggles, of heartache and pain

And he cried as he spoke them aloud

For it wasn’t one memory but lots of the same

That were, all of them, weighing him down

He spoke of a place filled with darkness and fear,

A tunnel devoid of all hope

And the spots on her wings deftly captured his tears

Then softly and gently she spoke

“Thanks for the memories,” the butterfly said

Then she gave him a butterfly kiss

And she took a deep breath as she wistfully sighed

And then traded her memory for his

“I’ve always been me but not always like this

There was once when I thought I had died

I was shrouded in darkness ‘til I grew my wings

See,

I needed that darkness to fly”

********

Becky Hemsley 2021

https://www.facebook.com/talkingtothewild

Stunning artwork by Lisa Aisato

'The Butterfly' is from my first collection https://a.co/d/cixPqfW

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"LETTER TO THE LOVER"

"LETTER TO THE LOVER" (author unknown)

A few days ago I saw you walking in a square, and by the way, you were walking alone, hey where are those designer heels you always wore? Your watches and bags you bought in Paris?

I noticed that your face looked tired, your hair used to be spectacular, it didn't shine any more, and let's not talk about your clothes, you had us used to looking like a real doll.

What happened?

I see it didn't sit well for you to be the wife now.

Now you're the one in charge of your clothes, the one in charge to have your 3 meals a day, and wow, you don't settle for just any plate, I know, (he's picky)... now it's you who has to do the super, the one who has to wash and iron her suits, the one who must have the spotless house, still have the mania to ask you to warm the towel when getting out of the shower?

ugh! And what to say when you bring our children to your house... having to endure them with a fake smile i don't think it's easy for you.

Is this what you imagined your life next to him would be like??. I guess not!

You wanted my spot so much!!

Now you realize it's not easy to be the wife, to take care of a home, to fulfill the husband as a wife, a mother, a housewife, a nurse, a psychologist and an administrator... and with all that load on shoulders still have to look beautiful to him, have a smile and be "available".

Enjoy the role of a lady that I see, I don't know if you're doing it very well, here between us... he keeps looking for me; I think something is wrong with them.

But don't worry about me, I don't return to the arms that one day gave me death.

Just some advice... Open your eyes! that now that you're the wife, the vacancy for a mistress, is available.

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"ALONE WITH ONLY MY MEMORIES" by Ann Marie

"ALONE WITH ONLY MY MEMORIES"
by Ann Marie

Alone with only my memory,

Lost without you here,

Remembering comes so easily,

And with it fall the tears.

They say that time will heal this pain,

That someday it will fade,

But promises feel empty now,

In shadows where I wade.

"Move on," they urge, but what’s out there,

When nothing feels the same?

Without you, I have lost myself,

Adrift without a name.

Each day I wander through this fog,

A heart so heavy, torn,

Trying to find a way to live,

In silence and in mourn.

Yet still, I hold on to our past,

Though sorrow clouds my view,

And hope that in the days to come,

I’ll find a way through.

Until that day, I’ll keep you close,

In memories, in dreams,

And wait for when remembering,

Brings peace within its seams.

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"DANCING WITH YESTERDAY" by Joanne Boyle

"DANCING WITH YESTERDAY"
by Joanne Boyle

and hop scotch at night.

Playing hide and seek

under an old street light.

Dancing with laughter,

to the music of fun.

Playing tag with friends

the chase and run.

Two balls on the wall

as they bounced to a tune.

Keeping with the rhythm

and not a beat too soon.

Our jazz band sticks

all covered with tape.

A tennis ball on the end,

with some tassels to drape.

A game of chequers,

marbles and cats eyes.

An old skipping rope

with so many tries.

A Mother shouting

when it's time to go in.

A sibling hiding

behind the old dustbin.

A bath on a Sunday

before school began.

Deciding who went in first

before it was ran.

Winceyette sheets

under a cotton throw.

A bedside lamp

with a cosy glow.

Caring about everything

yet nothing at all.

Dancing with yesterday

when I was small.

~~~~~~~~~

Author ~ Joanne Boyle ~ Heartfelt

~ Art by Steffi Krenzek

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"THE SEED I PLANTED" by Jody Doty

"THE SEED I PLANTED"
by Jody Doty

Then the tear found its freedom and escaped down my cheek.

Its sadness made tracks down emotional rabbit holes, in and out of old relationships, illnesses,

rocky times, grief and disappointment.

Still, the tear flowed. It kept going until it couldn't travel any longer.

It landed on the ground of my being. It watered a tiny seed of hope I had planted there and miraculously, from the muddy depth of grief and gloom, something beautiful happened.

The seed took root. A sprout of acceptance and peace travelled upward from its hidden, healing home through an opening in the Earth.

It reached its face upward toward the sun and a brilliant flower of resilience bloomed for all the world to see.

Then, the sad little tear nodded with contentment and changed course.

It smiled peacefully, having made its way through the cycles of emotions, memories and a plethora of learning to the heart of the bloom that is life after loss, the sacred space where love remains.

****

©2024 Meditations and Musings by Jody Doty https://www.facebook.com/jodymusings

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"WILL YOU" by Joanne Boyle

"WILL YOU"
by Joanne Boyle

Will you remember these days

from when you were small?

When you grow up, will you call?

Will you remember the fun

and the laughter we shared?

When you grow up, will it be blared?

Will you remember the games,

all the times you would hide?

When you grow up, will you know we tried?

Will you remember us always

and all the memories we made.

When you grow up, don't let them fade.

Will you remember the cookies

and all the treats in the jar?

When you grow up, don't go too far.

Will you remember those hugs

and a million and one kisses?

When you grow up, will you miss us?

Will You remember the sunshine?

Will You remember the rain?

When you grow up ..... remember again.

********

Author ~Joanne Boyle ~ Heartfelt

Art by ~ Steffi Krenzek

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