Queen Elizabeth II
Quick and light, she walked through our lives Under dark skies she became our beacon of hope Every ready to do what must be done Ever a smile, a word of wisdom when needed Never judging her subjects Elizabeth, our queen, ready to do her duty worldwide Little did she ask in return Inside each petalled flower, love smiles back Zephyr, a soft spirit wind that will blow through our memories forever After a while, we will greet our new king Best monarch for over seventy years Elizabeth, our queen has died, long live the King Together, with his mother's hand at his back, he will rule Holding all her values, all her thoughts in mind… ©AnitaDawes2022
Once in a Lifetime Can there ever be another you? Having searched the world over the answer is no Angels only fall to earth once in a lifetime Memories of sparkling blue eyes, rosebud lips Picture postcards, flashbacks soothe the dark night Inside my wallet I keep a white feather One day soon, I hope we will meet again Now I have to sleep, to dream, to keep your face ever young… ©AnitaDawes2022
Beware the howl beneath the full moon Old letters come to light, damaging claims that could make the family uncomfortable The child is not yours Letters found by an obsessive neighbour Who rubbed her hand at the news she hoped would shake the family Little knowing her husband admired his wife’s resolve To bring up the child left on her doorstep as her own The letters dated from the war Wrapped inside the baby’s blanket The note read, I am sixteen, I cannot take care of her Her name is Rose. So why now, so many years later does someone want to remind them they are not the child’s parents? Questions that may never be answered… ©AnitaDawes2022
A Dream Space Inside time there is a dream space Never has there been a time like now For dreams to come true Afraid to sleep, don’t be Memories fade into shadows Often repeated in a new life Under warm covers, you must dream it first So that you can be reborn... ©AnitaDawes2022
I found my sisters artwork hidden in the shadow of her empty rooms An old sketch caught my eye Bright sparks, stars, orbit over our house Damp air from my open window made me hold my breath A sudden swirl, lifting dry leaves The rustle made me think of her footsteps Something I haven’t heard in over a year Harsh words had passed between us Christmas coming up, I keep my fingers crossed We can make things better around the family table I breathe slow, as we pull a cracker together Fingers crossed; we can put the harsh words behind us… ©AnitaDawes2022
Some people live charmed lives, don’t they?
Everything good seems to drop in their laps. As I get closer to the end of my days, I have been unable to stop wondering why my life had to be the way it was. Back then, I always seemed to be at the end of the queue when dishing out happy days.
I would have settled for dull and boring days, anything but one more day of misery.
People who know me know I am a trier, and I sometimes wonder if that was half the trouble. Maybe if I wasn’t so willing to accept everything that fate threw at me, my life might have been easier to live. Not known for ducking and diving, you see. At the time, I thought all I had to do was wait until I was old enough to do my own thing.
I was determined to climb to the top of the dung heap, to breathe fresh, clean air, the air of success, of possibilities, and make something of my life. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, this never really happened. I trudged through an endless succession of hopeless situations.
I hurtled from one mistake to another. They were never the same mistake, though, something I remember with a touch of pride, not that it helped much.
My life is full of shadows. Shadows that haunt me every day.
My heart is like a piece of Kintsugi, carefully repaired many times but hanging in there like a trooper.
Getting older has been a Godsend for me. I am more in control now, and many shadows have faded, no longer waiting in the corners to ruin my days. There are one or two things I would love to change, to put right what I did wrong all those years ago, but time sometimes makes this impossible.
As my life slows down and my memories lose clarity, I hope to enjoy the gathering peace for a while longer…
Playing inside the long grass Happy, safe, childhood free of pain In my family’s hands I grew Leaving home, my first pain Arrives, concealed in sweetness Dad kissed my cheek, waved me on Education, part of the plan Later, life grew strange Pushed by my peers Hell was raised In pain, loss of innocence Away I staggered from college life to the safety of my home… ©AnitaDawes2022
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