When she walked in to a room people stopped to stare
They never approached her, they wouldn’t dare
Dressed from head to toe in designer clothes
She was elegant, indeed an epitome, a woman everyone knows
Her perfume bespoke, lingered for hours on end
She had beauty, wealth but she had no friends
How people envied all that she had
They desired what she had ever so bad
Little did they know she would have swapped it in a heartbeat
For her soul mate, she had yet to meet.
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Personally I think all of us possess a Superhero within, let’s be honest here, life is not always easy. We all experience the ups and downs of living at some time through our lives.
Be it through hardship, lost love, illness, bereavement, divorce, house loss the list goes on and on and I can say I have experienced all the above. Years ago I took to my bed for weeks after splitting up from my husband, I virtually became a recluse. I had to resign from my job, I stopped eating and just wanted to sleep forever.
I described how I felt like being down a well.! Then slowly I began my ascent, I realised that I was stronger than I thought I was, I was still breathing, I had a loving family and I began to realise that life would get better, but I had to make the effort.
The ability that we humans have to pick ourselves up and dust ourselves down is amazing. Granted some superheros are stronger than others, they don’t bemoan their fate, they try to remain positive and do not become bitter or resentful. They just accept that this is life and life is not always easy. Life is a challenge, but I can say that my life experiences have made me a better person, more understanding and tolerant,more spiritual and definitely a stronger person. A Superhero, that’s me and it’s also you too.
We all went to watch you dance
But sadly did not get the chance
Because you did not want to perform
You just sat and cried all forlorn
Baby ballet was not your thing
Many talents you do bring
But today it was not meant to be
As we all could plainly see
You had practiced for many a week
But the stage and stardom you did not seek
Instead you sat and cried all forlorn
Because you did not want to perform
Never mind Ruby to us you’re still a star
To be worshiped just as you are
We will have a private show in your front room
Until your confidence allows you to bloom.
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Guess what mums got a laptop and she’s only 77
She’s surfing like a good un and thinks she’s gone to heaven
She has discovered Google and thinks it’s such a hoot
She’s even online banking to keep an eye on her loot
Emails were causing a problem; she has trouble sending a reply
But my old mums a good un and she’s really on a high
She doesn’t give up easily, she will master it in the end
I hope she does it soon though cos its sending me around the bend
All in all, it is a blessing, I really am quite proud
It will save on the phone bills, when emails are allowed
I love my mum so dearly; she really is so bright
To see her master, the World Wide Web is really quite a sight.
This poem was first written in 2009 she is actually 85 now and is a pro online !
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I don’t want to sound too dramatic, but I really have to say
Finding my way around WordPress gets easier every day
I admit it’s not been easy, I know that I’m partly to blame
But (NOT following instructions) is my middle name
I’ve changed my themes around daily, then tied myself in knots
Then I’ve tried to change it back again, which didn’t achieve a lot
The blogs I find quite easy, they don’t cause me any pain
I know I may sound dramatic, but hey, no pain, no gain
I’ve only been on the site one week, when all is said and done
And I love reading all the other blogs; I find it so much fun
So I will stop being so dramatic and resist throwing the laptop in the bin
Then I will continue to the finish line, where hopefully I’ll win.
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Let me tell you something about my mother, she is 85 and they broke the mould when she was born, although she is not as mobile now which is the reason she asked me if I would mind taking her to the local market because in her words she had been waiting to get a coat or two for the summer, plus she needed some nightgowns
Now my mum seems to collect nighties she is forever buying them, most of them she never even wears and then they go in to the charity bag that are regularly dropped round her cul-de-sac. I think that they see my mum as their number one contributor.
She had recently bought a pink nightie which she raved on and about saying how soft it was and how much she liked it along with yet another dressing gown. ( she has two of those too.)
When we got to the market we went straight to the coat stall which had a large array of summer coats and she started trying them on, she decided quite easily on a turquoise and pale blue jacket, poo poohing the market stall seller when he said they suited her.
“You will tell me owt, you will” she said,
“Your only after me brass, you are” (yes she is a Yorkshire women)
Used to older Yorkshire women the stall holder smiled and said nothing.
“I’ll have em both” she said
Please God I thought, don’t start trying to barter with him, luckily for me she didn’t and he stuffed them into small blue plastic bags.
“Is he creasing em up she said loudly” so he could hear
“No I said, he isn’t, do you want bags or not? ”
“Hmm she said”
Then we walked the short distance over to the stall that sold nighties.”
I am surprised you need any more nighties” I said .
“Are you after another one like that pink one you like so much”
“Oh no” she said “I’m saving that one for if I ever have to go into hospital”
“What,” I replied, “so your saving the most favourite nightie you have ever had for if you have to go into hospital? and your 85 now”
“You might not get your wear out of it.”
Having a good sense of humour she laughed and said
“I, well if I am not here it can always go in to the charity bag”
I shook my head whilst she proceeded to buy two more.
I never did ask her if they fitted her OK.
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