Poems About loss.
Harpur Square
I thought I saw my mum today, in town,in Harpur Square.
Since she's gone ,I miss her more than I can really bear.
When I looked it was just a woman with white hair , blue coat.
Yet seeing "her" today bought a lump into my throat.
In the last few years the Mum I knew started to decay.
Each, decline brought little griefs, as she slowly went away.
She could not walk, she was confused, "Your Mum was all she say.
Yet when I turned up to visit her it brightened up her day.
She did not always recognise the son that she had known.
Yet holding her hand, let her know she was not alone.
Seeing her brought joy to me.
It brought comfort to her as well.
It hurts to know, she no longer needs that reassurance now.
My Faith makes me glad that my Mum is in a better place.
That doesn't stop me wanting to hear her voice and see her face.
Today was the first time I had seen her since that day she died,
Maybe that's the reason I sat in Harpur Square and cried.
Farewell (In memory of Gordon Aldis)
Farewell old friend
Farewell old comrade, one of the best.
Death is but a gate,
to a beautiful land of rest.
You have fought for decades long,
Greatly loved,faithful one.
Now your mantle passes on,
To those who's battles have just begun.
They will remember you,
Your words of wisdom will be recalled.
It is right now that your race has been run,
That you go peaceably to our Lord.
Eddie
Now don't mourn for me as I passed from this Earth.
Death is an appointment that was arranged at my birth.
On that day, when I leave those I love.
I shall watch over them.
With my Father up above.
I want to feel alive again.
I want to feel alive again.
To catch that breath as I step over the edge,
To feel the rain soaking through my shirt.
To dance
To laugh
To cry
To delight in a kaleidoscope of life’s tapestry
I want to feel I matter. I’m alert.
When my attention was distracted,
I got old .
I got careful.
I started to hide.
I fell into a comfort trap.
Now I worry about whether I am;
Too slow,
Too fat,
Too tired.
I slip off to have a nap.
I do not want to fade away.
I need to relight my shine.
To pull once more the rein,
To suck out the juice of each hour
To grasp the nettle,
Rejoice in the sting ,
I want to feel alive again .
With the passing of our longest reigning Queen Written the day Queen Elizabeth passed away.
With the passing of our longest reigning Queen, the nation has lost an anchor at its heart.
Not because she wore a God-invested crown, but how she wore it from the very start.
The promises Queen Elizabeth made 70 years ago, became the principles with which she lived each day.
She took privilege and turned it into service.
She took power and responsibly showed the way.
Whilst some declared, “This institution was from another age.” She demonstrated that it still could play its part.
She confounded the critics of the English throne, because she was the monarch sitting at its heart.
For most of us she always has been there, a distant figure representing stability in turbulent climes.
Ruling not by force but by wisdom and by faith.
Her death has been a loss in uncertain times.
Elizabeth our queen for 70 years but drawing strength from God above
Whom she often mentioned as a carpenter king. She seemed to follow his way of love.
So let us pray for our new King Charles
For his family mourning their loss today
For a country that he is now called to reign,
That his mother’s God and her example will show the way.
