Tuesday, 20 August 2024

"THE BOX" by Joanne Boyle


"THE BOX"
by Joanne Boyle

She opened up the box
that she found upon her bed.
The magic then escaped
and went dancing in her head.
She saw her Mama smiling
with a tear in her eye
when she looked at the scribbles
that had made her Mama cry.
That daisy she had picked
when she was only small.
Preserved neatly in a packet,
the prettiest flower of them all.
There was a sticky lolly pop.
At this she laughed out loud,
as she went down memory lane,
that day amongst the crowd.
Her first baby shoes.
Still so pristine and so white.
She knew she was so loved
and was her mamas eternal light.
There was a drawing of a family.
Now her tears fell
She was back in infant school,
and she remembered it so well.
A penny just sat there.
She had gave her Mama it for luck.
It was worth more than a million now,
and at that her body shook.
She cried for her Mama,
but was so grateful for her years,
and for this little box of magic
of the memories they had shared.
Author Joanne Boyle ~ Heartfelt

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"Midsummer Joys" by Winifred Sackville Stoner


"Midsummer Joys"
by Winifred Sackville Stoner
Give me the joys of summer,
Of summer queen so fair,
With wealth of lovely flowers
And fruits and sun-kissed air!
Talk not to me of winter
With ice and frost and snow,
Nor changing spring and autumn
When howling winds will blow.
No, I will take the joys
Of summer every time,
So to this Queen of Seasons
I dedicate my rhyme.
[Image: Jeune Fille En Jaune (Ypung Girl in Yellow) by Elisabeth Sonrel (1874-1953), French painter and illustrator in the Art Nouveau style.]

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"ROAR" by Becky Hemsley


"ROAR"
by Becky Hemsley

As children we’re convinced
That monsters hide beneath our beds
But as adults we soon realise
That they walk the streets instead
It’s not their face that’s monstrous
It’s their loathing and their lies
For it isn’t how they look -
The monster’s who they are inside
And at first we tiptoe round them
Terrified to make a noise
But slowly, very surely
We are bound to find our voice
But as fear gives way to anger
And our loathing multiplies
We start becoming monstrous
And we think we’re justified
But flames won’t put out fire
Water will not halt a flood
And we cannot stop the monsters
By behaving as they would
You see, anyone that’s ever
Loved somebody else before
Knows no matter how much hate we feel
Love always matters more
So though you’re brave to fight them
And your courage makes you tough
Don’t fight them out of hate
But to protect the things you love
And when life gets too scary
Promise me you will make sure
That you won’t become a monster
But you’ll still learn how to roar
******
Artwork by Hayk Shalunts
Roar is from Talking to the Wild https://a.co/d/7KhInfX

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"PEOPLE WITH GOOD HEART"


"PEOPLE WITH GOOD HEART" (author unknown)

Here's the thing about people with good hearts.
They give you excuses when you don't explain yourself.
They accept apologies you don't give them, even though you should.
They see the best in you when you don't need them to.
At worst they lift you up, even if it means putting their own priorities aside.
The words "too busy" does not exist in their vocabulary.
They make time even when you don't.
And you wonder why they are the most sensitive people.
You wonder why they're the most caring people.
You wonder why they are willing to give so much, without expecting anything in return.
You wonder why their existence is not so essential to your well-being.
It's because they don't let you work hard for the attention they give you.
They accept the love they think they've earned, and you think they're entitled too.
Let me tell you something.
Fear the day when a good heart gives up on you.
Our skies don't become grey out of nowhere.
Our sunshine does not allow darkness to take over for no reason.
A good heart does not turn cold, unless it's been treated with coldness for a while.
HAVE A GOOD HEART AND BE GOOD TO OTHERS

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"THE LOVE DRESS"


"THE LOVE DRESS"
(author unknown)

The mother-in-law stopped by the recently married couple’s house unexpectedly. She rang the doorbell and stepped inside, where she saw her daughter-in-law standing naked by the door.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m waiting for my husband to come home from work,” the daughter-in-law answered.
“But you’re naked!” the mother-in-law exclaimed.
“This is my Love Dress,” the daughter-in-law explained.
“Love Dress? But you’re naked!”
“My husband loves me to wear this dress! It makes him happy, and it makes me happy. I would appreciate it if you would leave because he will be home from work any minute.” The mother-in-law, tired of all this romantic talk, left.
On the way home, she thought about the Love Dress. When she got home, she got undressed, showered, put on her best perfume, and waited by the front door.
Finally, her husband got home. He walked in and saw her standing naked by the door.
“What are you doing?” he exclaimed.
“This is my Love Dress,” she replied.
“Needs ironing,” he said.

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"I WOULD"


"I WOULD"
(author unknown"

If I could have just one more day with you
I would hardly speak. I would simply listen to your voice and commit every tone of it to memory until it became my favourite melody.
I would look at you. I would study your eyes and your mouth, and I would learn every angle, every pane of your face until I could see you perfectly with my eyes closed.
I would hold your hand in mine. I would trace all the lines on your palm until they became a trail – a map - that I could retrace on my own palm every time I felt lost.
I would soak you up and breathe you in until there was not a single thing that I could not recall at a moment’s notice.
But more than anything, if I had one more day with you,
I would hold you.
I would hold you so tight, hoping that maybe if I didn’t let you go…
You wouldn’t.
Yes, if I had just one more day with you, I would hope… I would hope so hard…
that you wouldn’t have to leave again.

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"Remembering" Ann Marie


"Remembering" Ann Marie
I remember your eyes,
How they lit up with joy,
Darkened with sorrow,
And sparkled when laughter broke free.
I remember your touch,
The way your body melded with mine,
How my hands calmed your soul,
And your sighs whispered contentment.
I remember your hands,
Gentle yet worn,
They wrapped me in comfort,
Held me with love’s quiet strength.
I remember your grin,
That mischievous curve,
How your laughter lit the room,
And your smile made my heart sing.
I remember it all,
These memories, my lifeline,
In a world where you are gone,
But forever in my heart.
I remember the way I marveled,
That you could love me so,
How your smile shone brighter,
When I whispered, "I love you."
I promised you eternity,
Forever and Always,
And though you’ve left this earth,
My heart still holds you close.
You are gone, yet here,
In every heartbeat, every thought,
An echo of love eternal,
Forever and Always, never forgot.

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