I’m so excited because
I finally have a little dog of my own
After waiting 30 years while working for a living!
We chose you Kit,
You are simply gorgeous and when you come
Out of your shell you’ll love us too.
You entered our home and heart today,
Slipped out of your travel crate
Cautiously and slowly,
Turning your head away,
Looking cute in your brand spanking new pink collar.
One tiny step at a time you came out,
Walked towards me and I was lost
In your enormous soulful eyes.
Your refusal to eat or drink worries me
But Dr. Google tells me it’s normal
And not to worry yet.
Five hours later and you’ve jumped
Onto the sofa and into my lap,
I’m in heaven!
Still not drinking
But you’ve walked inquisitively round the garden,
Scared yourself silly at the life-size plastic pigs,
Walked warily up to the large resin tortoise in amongst the herbs
And ran away from the roosting pigeons!
And so to bed. Your crate in my room.
Hope you can settle to sleep.
Welcome home little Kit.
We love you already.
Copyright wordz2Go Jun 2107
How far can love stretch?
To the moon and more maybe:
Perhaps as far as eternity?
How can something that lives inside me,
That has no physical entity,
Consume so much energy?
You loved me unconditionally
And that doesn’t just stop.
Today is your birthday
So we’ll stretch our love to you,
We’ll pull and pull and we won’t let go
We’ll stretch it out until you know
Just how much we miss you so.
We’ll raise a glass and pray love flows
Through time and space
To put a smile upon your face.
Happy Birthday Mam,
Missing you so much today,
Hope you’re dancing with the angels.
Copyright wordz2Go March 2017
1 Corinthians 13: ‘And the greatest of these is love’.
Love is a precious commodity
More valuable than rare jewels
Yet shines just as bright,
Revealing rainbows of light
Reflecting off multi-faceted sides.
This valuable gift
Asks for trust in return,
Grows stronger than desire
To shine ever brighter
And mellow slowly, slowly,
Into a contented old-age.
True love is as old gold:
A reliable and solid support,
‘Though it cannot be bought
Nor can it be earned.
Love can only be shared,
Love not shared will die,
Sowing seeds of discontentment.
Shared love spreads and grows
Like ripples in a pond
Moving ever outwards
To distant shores,
Continuing to light the darkness.
Copyright wordz2Go Feb 2017
1 Peter 4:8 ‘Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers a multitude of sins.’
Flying high in the sky,
Soaring over mountain tops,
Bathed in God’s glory –
Relishing the worshipping
In a life we cannot see.
Now and then you’ll still your wings,
Hover a while
And smile into our lives.
We’ll shed a tear as you draw near –
Hear your voice,
See your face:
Two worlds collide,
Until you’re drawn back heaven-side,
Rising up on angel wings
To heights we cannot see,
And yet we’ll be,
Touched by your smile,
Warmed by your touch.
Love never leaves us,
It grows and passes on,
Through our daughters and our sons.
Copyright wordz2Go Sept 2016
1 Corinthians 13: 12
The rain has lifted –
Leaving Wales with a lighter heart
Even though we’ve had to part
With Mam today.
It was both incredibly sad
And beautifully joyful;
Parting is inherently painful, yet,
There is joy in belief:
Because we love you,
Because we couldn’t bear to see you in so much pain,
Because it was your time
Ordained by God himself.
Because we’re promised that we will know you again.
God is good,
God is gracious,
God answered your prayers
Because He cares.
His capacity for love
Beyond our ability to understand,
The peace of God that falls on all
On the Lord.
Sustain us even when we deny You,
Strengthen us anew.
Grace is Yours to give
And ours to receive even though we grieve.
After every life-storm is the rainbow of hope and love
In God above,
Of a time beyond time,
Of a day beyond today
When all things will be made right
In Christ’s inestimable sight.
Sleep tight. X
Copyright wordz2Go July 2016
Focus on the Somme today
Is right and good and proper,
We should remember, we must remember,
There is no pleasure
But why remember only those
Soldiers from our home nations
The flower of a home-grown generation?
German boys and mothers suffered also,
They too were just young and innocent boys
Forced by political failure into an abominable war of attrition,
True remembrance must surely include this recognition
Of failure and the lost on both sides.
There are no winners in war, only losers
But history is written by victors
Who are rarely magnanimous in approach.
So who should we reproach?
Politicians, generals or whole nations?
Were German tactics any worse than ours,
Did they shoot the traumatised deemed to be unpatriotic?
Were their politics any more idiotic?
Colonialism and empire,
A sense of right and might
And inflexible plans of man
Mowed down as many as the guns.
Focus on the Somme today,
Is right and good and proper.
Go visit the graves, see the poppies,
Mourn the loss of millions,
Soldiers and civilians.
Remember too to visit other smaller
Memorials where equally innocent
People lie awaiting empathy.
Refuse to play the blame-game,
Let’s not forget how wars begin –
By looking for the log without
Instead of looking in.
Copyright wordz2Go 1 July 2016
Driving home to bury you
Is the saddest journey ever.
Your image burns brightly in my mind the whole time
While the daylight gets darker and darker
Mirroring the turmoil inside.
Tumultuous, angry clouds rolling by
With every mile but
Multiple memories temporise the gloom.
Happy time memories,
Of holidays and youth
Before the pain, before age and infirmity.
It’s a strange feeling, deeply sad
And yet there is peace and comfort too
Because I know with absolute certainty
That you are safe,
That you are fully healed and pain free,
That you walk and run and smile,
That you are at peace.
We miss you now but we will meet again,
This I know,
This will carry me through tomorrow
As we walk down the chapel aisle
To say ‘au revoir ‘,
To celebrate all that you meant to us,
Sleep tight. xx
Copyright wordzGo June 2016
1 Corinthians 13:11-12