Image by Nos Nguyen from Pixabay
Memories
Slip sliding through life in circles
Torn, shredded, this paper on the wind
Under dark skies, waiting for rain, thunder
Memories of the past haunt the present
Better to forget, get out from under the cloud
Let love into your life, move forward
In hope of better days, I pull up my boot straps
Never again to look behind myself
Grab every moment, as if for the first time.
Remember that first kiss…
©AnitaDawes2020
Image by Angeles Balaguer from Pixabay
Christmas Eve is always a busy day in our house, although these days, it is a very different kind of busy.
I have fond memories of the good old days when our family came to our house for Christmas dinner. In the beginning, it was comfortable, but as the family grew over the years, it really took some organising.
The cooking was never a problem, as I can cope with almost anything in the kitchen, big or small. Fitting everyone around the table proved hilarious at times. We never had enough chairs, so there was always one person perched on something precarious.
These days our house is too small (and we are getting too old.) We don’t have anywhere near enough chairs or even a big enough table, so we have been succeeded by a granddaughter, one with a large house and a fantastic cook for a husband.
When this arrangement started, it was a strange novelty, eating a meal that I had not cooked, and I didn’t expect to like it, but I did, and now, I always look forward to having the day off.
We wanted Christmas to be special this year but could not have foreseen what 2022 had in store for all of us. Would the ghost of this dying year spoil the holiday?
It feels right for the first time ever that the year is slowly dying, slipping away unnoticed among all the chaos and misery.
We feel the same way as the ghost of Christmas present hovers in the doorway like an unwelcome guest, unsure as we all are as to what will happen next.
2023 is just a few days away, a brand-new year.
A year we are beginning to think will be the same as the last.
But does it have to be?
I woke up this morning with the overwhelming desire to send all the misery, worry and complacency packing along with this dreadful year.
To rekindle the spark that will make us all feel alive again.
At first, we will probably have to ‘Fake it until we make it,’ and push the envelope like crazy until life feels better.
We wish all of our friends and followers a Wonderful New Year, a year full of promise and possibilities, and in a few days, we will be sending out the first of our 2023 newsletters, looking forward and planning a much better year…
Our Christmas Angel Old Christmas memories come calling When snow did lie all around Snow angels, snowmen, the days delight Children laughing, presents wrapped Warm mince pies waiting Custard stirring in time with Grandads snoring Mum flapping while dad sharpens the turkey knife Big brother calling, time to come in to help lay the table Three of us rush the door together Managing to squeeze through Like the pop of a champagne cork flying across the room We land in a giggling pile of legs and arms Mother calling, she need help! I know this isn’t true, she likes to give us something to do To feel a part of our Christmas cheer God bless, Mum… she’s our Christmas angel… ©AnitaDawes2020
Image by Silke from Pixabay ~ Poem by ©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
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
Under purple skies, she sits, she sings
Low winds carry her voice, her echo
Tomorrow tells yesterday’s old stories
Impossible dreams crushed like broken glass
Memories claw like branches
on the bedroom window pane
Alerting the sleeping mind to horrors outside
Tomorrows nightmares arrive early
Entering the subconscious, they grow,
Slowly waiting for the day they bloom…
©AnitaDawes2022
Another lovely poem from Anita today… reminds me of our family holidays…
Never Forget Turning forty tomorrow Evenings feel longer Memories knocking stronger People forgotten Turning in my mind Arriving like paper flowers Turning my frown upside down Inviting new wishes On tomorrows page I write Never forget where you came from… ©AnitaDawes2022
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 