Okay I chickened out going to the hospice this morning because I felt that if I went in myself I would cry all the time. 🥺😩😭 So my husband John took all my homemade cards instead. He said that they were extremely grateful and a few of the staff were saying “oh I like this one and that one” which made me feel happy. 😊 Apparently they are having a Christmas fair this weekend so they said that they’d arrived at the perfect time. 🌲
I’ve had so many feelings over the weekend, I suppose it’s because it’s this time of year again and the memories keep flooding back and when I combine all of the three major happenings, the death of my mum last Christmas Eve which prompted me to write the following five little angels poem for her funeral as shown below.
Five little angels knew mum’s time was near
folding their wings around her, they said do not fear
Four little angels arranged for a choir to sing some hymns,
knowing the comfort their voices would bring
Three little angels told mum to look into the light,
following their guidance, she saw a beautiful sight
Two little angels saw mum’s family waiting, their arms outstretched
so they gently passed mum over, to her final rest
One little angel said, don’t be sad, you won’t be far apart
although you can’t see her, she is forever in your heart.
My Myxoma removal in May
I never did show you my scar properly did I ? 😱 sorry I couldn’t resist! 😈
It feels like the end of a long painful process and yet I know that it’s just the beginning of something new. New beginnings are good but yet also a little bit scary.
Those cards carried all my emotions and I should feel as light as a feather and in a strange way I do but now I know I’ve got to somehow get my five little angels poetry published. 🤔 I might look at the self publishing route on Amazon.
Anyway I’ve survived ☺️ I’m a survivor 🥳
It’s onwards and upwards now!
Thanks for reading, listening, viewing, commiserating, laughing and for just being YOURSELVES ❤️ I love you all. x