Alzheimer’s Victim

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Progress inevitably
Redefines personality,
Amplifies the past
When days were long,
Names were known,
And the sun shone.
Rage builds
Eliminating rationale,
What was known
Falls away,
Disjoined memory
Fails the day.
Temper seethes,
Anger precedes
Breakdown of speech,
Tyranny of disease
Locks me inside,
Should I be fed?
You decide.

Alzheimer’s victim:
Humanity stripped
Bit by bit.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

Dedicated to my Aunty Gloria.

Romans 8:26-28 The Message (MSG) ‘’Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans.’’

Baked Alaska

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Tonight’s curry was hotter
But I’m not sure why:
I use the same recipe
The same amount of chilli
Yet my eyes are watering,
My sinus’s cleared
My tongue is singed and
My tastebuds stripped
Of feeling!

The wood-stove is lit
And the heating’s on high,
My hot flushes are back,
I’m having an attack,
I’m heated from
From inside to out-
Maybe next week
I’ll search the books
And we’ll take a look at
Baked Alaska!

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

Trust

The words of a hymn
Made me cry today
And I just pray
The promises made
Of future healing,
No tears,
No wheelchairs
In heaven,
Come true.
I can’t understand
Why a child must wait,
Why prayers have no weight:
There’s no choice but to trust
That love will win.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018
1 Corinthians 13:13
‘’Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.’’

Victim

Lord, it hurts,
Really hurts
To see Thomas
In a wheelchair,
He’s just eight
And fate
Is claiming
A victim –
Has taken
His mobility
Already.
Time.
Lord, I’m begging for more,
Leave the door
Open a while longer
Let him walk, and run
Climb, have fun,
Be the child he should be,
Indefinitely.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

Inner Ugliness

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Snow covers the ground,
Powdery white down
Creates a whiteout:
All is wiped out
Made beautiful,
An immaculate scene
Presents itself.
Beneath the snow
All imperfections remain,
Inner ugliness hidden,
Melting snow reveals
Imperfections.

(c) wordz2Go Feb 2018

“What can wash away my sin
Nothing but the blood of Jesus”

Indelicately Squiffy

Lyn age 6 holding me at my christening 

B704819A-30A9-409B-A60B-6E9E44FC49F0I’d love to ring,
Just to sing:
“Happy Birthday!”
And hear you say everything’s OK.

But phones don’t work
From earth to heaven,
So I’ll raise a glass,
Blink back the tears,
And say “cheers”
Instead.
You’re in your world
And we’re in ours,
The lives we live
Are different now
But somehow
Connected.
I’ll have a G ‘n T
And remember
Drunken cooking
In L’Orangerie
Indelicately
Squiffy.

Enjoy your day in every way,
“Happy Birthday!” Sis –
I’ll still sing,
But I can’t ring.

Much love, Ang XX

(c) wordz2Go Feb 2018

My sister would have been 63 on 26th February

Doggy Heaven

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Does heaven do dogs?
I wish I knew,
I’d build a canoe
For Kitty and me
‘Cos she likes to be
Right by my side,
She’d enjoy the ride,
Paddling together
All the way,
A week and a day,
To the narrow gate
Where St. Peter stands
With keys in hand,
A cup of tea for me and
A treat for my doggy!

(c) wordz2Go Feb 2018

The Keeper

Every family has one, mine is my Aunty Joan: 95 years young

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A keeper of stories –
Old enough to know,
With answers to share
And secrets to keep,
Who, in-between sleep,
May divulge a tale or two
Of times gone by.
The keeper dips into
The well of family lore
To bring forth a story
At the end of the rope,
Spinning rainbows of hope
Between the clouds
On a rainy day.

The stories are old,
All heard before,
Every word is known,
They’re a joy to hear,
A treat for the ear,
Building memories
To pass on.
Our lives are richer
For the stories heard
The past made present
To be viewed anew
And talked through,
Together,
Once again.

(c) wordz2go Feb 2018

Emasculated Dragon

Welsh Tourist Board take note!  The left hand sign shows a real dragon!!

Poor pathetic excuse for a dragon,
An artistic impression, no doubt –
Looks like he’s suffered a drought!
“Impossible” you say,
With the rain in Wales
But have you seen the poor dab –
Shrunken and withered without
His magnificent head
Or his mighty wings and not a claw in sight,
You’d drive right past him at night!

Symbols have meaning
But this one has none,
Oh dear, oh dear, what have you done?
An emasculated dragon,
A shadowful wraith
Who’s lost more than he’s won,
Put our dragon back on patrol:
Let’s remind one and all
By flying him high on our signs with pride,
This is the land where dragons reside!

(c) wordz2Go Feb 2018

I have always loved waving to the dragon on my visits home but this new sign, which has been there a good while, has finally made me crack! This poor representation is to be found as you approach Monmouth – Bring back a real dragon!

Buried Treasure

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Me sitting on Dad’s lap approx. 1963 ….  ….  ….

Looking back evokes
Forgotten memories,
Buried treasure of the past,
An opportunity grasped
To retell family stories
And to learn new ones,
Query mysteries unsolvable:
Things we’ll never know
Because it’s so long ago –
The script is lost.

Each photo tells a tale
Both known and yet to know,
Truth is perspective,
It’s hard to be objective
Through colours of today.
The sunlight of yesteryear
Warms jaded souls,
Cwtched by Mam and Dad,
Happy faces, not sad –
Safe and sound.

Pictures of the past
Pop up occasionally,
Placing us in events
Devoid of our presence,
History translated into now.
The redeeming power of love
Shines through every scene,
Bathing us in it’s glow
As emotions overflow –
To be reburied with the day.

(c) wordz2go Feb 2018