Sunday, 25 November 2018

Cherish the Special Moments with your Children and Grandchildren.



The Last Time

From the moment you hold your baby in your arms,
you will never be the same.
You might long for the person you were before, 
When you had freedom and time,
And nothing in particular to worry about.

You will know tiredness like you never knew it before,
And days will run into days that are exactly the same,
Full of feedings and burping,
Nappy changes and crying,
Whining and fighting,
Naps or a lack of naps,
It might seem like a never-ending cycle.
But don’t forget …
There is a last time for everything.
There will come a time when you will feed
your baby for the very last time.
They will fall asleep on you after a long day
And it will be the last time you ever hold your sleeping child.
One day you will carry them on your hip then set them down,
And never pick them up that way again.
You will scrub their hair in the bath one night
And from that day on they will want to bathe alone.
They will hold your hand to cross the road,
Then never reach for it again.
They will creep into your room at midnight for cuddles,
And it will be the last night you ever wake to this.
One afternoon you will sing “the wheels on the bus”
and do all the actions,
Then never sing them that song again.
They will kiss you goodbye at the school gate,
The next day they will ask to walk to the gate alone.
You will read a final bedtime story and wipe your last dirty face.
They will run to you with arms raised for the very last time.
The thing is, you won’t even know it’s the last time
Until there are no more times.
And even then, it will take you a while to realize.
So while you are living in these times,
remember there are only so many of them
and when they are gone, you will yearn for just one more day of them.
For one last time.
-Author Unknown-

Give the Children back their Childhood.


Give the children back their childhood
Let the children run and play.
Don’t make them fight your battles
They’re the ones who always seem to pay.
Don’t make battlefields of their playgrounds
Don’t barricade their streets
Or they’ll grow up to soon
And they won’t grow up complete.
You can raise them on your hatred;
Revel in it, that’s your right
But if you do just remember
It’ll haunt their sleep at night.
A little mommy feeds her baby
Giving all the love she knows.
A tiny builder’s building bridges
to a world in which he’s going to grow.
Give the children back their childhood
Let the children run and play
And skip away on wings of fantasy
And dream of what they’ll be some day.
Don’t feed their minds with your bitter lines
And the prejudice that is yours
And they just may forget some day to carry on our wars.
And they just may forget some day to carry on our wars.



Sunday, 18 November 2018

Remembering a Loved One





Jealous of the Angels    Donna Taggart

I didn't know today would be our last
Or that I'd have to say goodbye to you so fast
I'm so numb, I can't feel anymore
Prayin' you'd just walk back through that door
And tell me that I was only dreamin'
You're not really gone as long as I believe
There will be another angel
Around the throne tonight
Your love lives on inside of me,
And I will hold on tight
It's not my place to question,
Only God knows why
I'm just jealous of the angels
Around the throne tonight

You always made my troubles feel so small
And you were always there to catch me when I'd fall
In a world where heroes come and go
Well God just took the only one I know
So I'll hold you as close as I can
Longing for the day, when I see your face again
But until then
God must need another angel
Around the throne tonight
Your love lives on inside of me
And I will hold on tight
It's not my place to question
Only God knows why
I'm just jealous of the angels
Around the throne tonight
Singing Halleluia, Halleluia, Halleluia.                                                                                     I’m just jealous of the Angels                                                                                                              Around the throne tonight.



Sunday, 11 November 2018

"Respectful Memory for 11th of the 11th."





The Green Fields of France

Well how do you do young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside ?
And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun 
I've been walkin' all day and I'm nearly done
I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen 
When you joined the great fallen in 1916
 I hope you died well and I hope you died clean 
Or young Willie McBride was it slow and obscene ?


Did they beat the drums slowly ?                                                                                             Did they play the fife lowly ? 
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down ?
Did the band play the last post and chorus ?
Did the pipes play the "Flowers of the Forest" ?

 

Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind ? 
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined ?
Although you died back in 1916 
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger without even a name  ?                                                                        
Enclosed down forever behind a glass pane
In an ould photograph torn tattered and stained,                                                                                           And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?


The sun now it shines on the green fields of France 
There’s a warm summer breeze,it makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds, 
There's no gas no barbed wire, there's no gun firing now
But here in this graveyard it's still No Man's land, 
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man, 
To a whole generation that was butchered and damned

Now Willie McBride I can't help wonder why
Do those who lie here  know why they died ?
And did they believe when they answered the call ?
Did they really believe that this war would end wars ?
Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame 
The killing and dying were all done in vain
For young Willie McBride it's all happened again, 
And again, and again, and again and again.



Sunday, 4 November 2018

Live your Journey



Live your Journey
I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep. 
I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep.
 
I spoke to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
 
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
 
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
 
You were thinking of the many things and memories of me.
 
I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore.
 
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
 
I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.
 
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
 
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
 
I gently put my hand on you; I smiled and said, "it's me."
 
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
 
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
 
It's possible for me, to be so near you every day.
 
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
 
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
 
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
 
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
 
and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
 
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
 
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
 
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
 

Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to me.
Author Unknown


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