"Thoughtfull passage"

MY CHAIR

I sit in my chair cat on lap

I wait to hear my letter box flap

I hope to get news and hear others views

And try my best not to nap.

I sit in my chair and think of the past

I have memories that will always hold fast

Times of good cheer I hold very dear

These things will stay and forever last.

I sit in my chair warm and snug

Round my knees I have a warm rug

I would like to talk or go for a walk

But often just long for a hug.

I sit in my chair with time to recall

Hear my grandfather clock chime in the hall

The days pass by some slow and some fly

Before I know spring has turned to fall.

I sit in my chair my thoughts are my own

I realise how much my faith has grown

I know it’s a must for us to trust

Those who much kindness have shown.

I sit in my chair and know it is best

To have lived my life and now have rest

To have good neighbours giving their labours

To enable me to stay in my very own nest.

"Thoughtfull Passage"

SPRING

When the days are dark I long for spring

To see what life the garden will bring

Sprouting bulbs to spy, colour for my eye

All to remove winters frosty sting.

Crocus and snowdrops come up first

They start to take away my thirst

To see winter’s end, frost damage to mend

It’s good to see the colours burst.

Daffodils dancing in the breeze

A wonderful sight to follow the freeze

To herald them in is not a sin

Even though their pollen makes me sneeze.

Planting in earnest now will start

Which really does give one heart?

To plan and design, make a garden mine

My love of colours to the world impart.

Baskets, troughs, tubs at last

Respond to the sun and bloom very fast

At last I can say with a big hurray

Winter for a while is history past.

"Thoughtful passage"

CHRISTMAS

Christmas comes but once a year

It brings joy happiness and cheer

That was in past ages I will now turn the pages

To show how different things are now

And why I have to wipe my brow.

Christmas Eve used to be

Full of excitement for you and me

Making paper chains with great pains

Decorating was such joy

For everyone man and boy.

Mother preparing all the veg

Keeping them cool on window ledge

Plucking the bird without a word

Feathers flying wide and high

Disappearing in the sky.

The house was alive with expectation

Watching all the preparation

Mistletoe above the door mulled wine ready to pour

The smell of baking brought us to the door

After one mince pie we wanted more.

Carol Singers sweet refrain

Fills our eyes again and again

These memories stay they don’t go away

This age old custom must never go

It really would be doom and woe.

Today is so different the spirit is lost

Cards and gifts appear early at incredible cost.

We are paying last year’s card which gets really hard

I know life goes by and time carries on

But I do remember the past that is gone.