Friday, 30 December 2016

Too tired

What happens when you get old?
When everything is "too hard"
When breathing is enough of a chore
When thinking s just "too much"
When eating becomes a bore
Walking any distance tires you out
Who has time to get out and about?
You hands don't work as you'd like
It is your joints that scream and shout
Everything slows down to zero pace
No longer are you the world's hero
Your children become your carers
Have to return the lifelong favour
Be the ones to wipe your face
Clean you; dress you; caress you
Thus life comes full circle; it's true
This will happen to me; to you
None of us can escape this race
From dust we came...
Thanks to God's infinite grace
To dust we return in due course

30 November 2016

Tarnished angel

A little bedraggled
A little worse for wear
Tarnished little angel
To me; still fair...
As a little child
I held you in my tiny hands
Loved to place you atop
Our Christmas tree; so fair
Though you have lost your wings
I find you beautiful my dear
Sometimes I feel just like this angel
Sometimes I feel my wings are bare
But still i must go on flying
Must continue through my despair
Life goes on around us
Time waits upon no woman; no man
We must yield ourselves completely

To our dear lord’s ultimate plan

The scent of carnations

Mum loves the scent of carnations
She has always loved these flowers
A pot sits upon the outside table
Pretty pink carnations; abloom
Regularly i take them inside
Let the scent pervade her room
Stock flowers also brought her joy
Couldn't find any plants to bring her
But I did find a beautiful Jasmine too
My brother planted it in the garden
In honour of our dear mum
The scent will be around for ages
In summer; it's scent reaches her room
Memories of these scents return here
In my mind they will ever be
Even when mum is only a memory...

4 December 2016



Prayers December 2015

Need some prayers please. Feeling so sad
Can't stop the tears from sneaking out the corner of my eyes
Some days the sadness seems too heavy to bear...
I cannot carry the world upon my shoulders...
I need to turn this anguish aside and give it all up to God...
I offer up my prayers for all who need God's help...
But I m one person among the billions...
I used to worry about whether my words reached any souls
In my work for the Lord
But I realised that in doing so i was not trusting in God...
So...I give it all up to my Lord...
I pray and then I let it go...
Like a little child with a broken toy...
If we will not give it into His hands
How can he fix it?
Into thy hands I commend my spirit oh my dearest Lord...
Deal with me as you see fit...
Amen

4th December 2015

I need your prayers too right now...
30th December 2016
My mum has passed away and sadness will not go...


Lake Bonney Barmera

Right here in this lake
I swam most of my life
From when I was 6 years old
My family would come to enjoy
Beautiful summer days...
Idyllic holidays with friends
From Adelaide, Melbourne, Geelong
Camped out in the local caravan park
We'd congregate, celebrate our days
I've brought my children here to see
This lake that cooled my whole family
Over the years I showed my children 
Treasured places in my life
Then my grandsons came last year
To enjoy splashing here; freely and 
Today my three year old grand daughter
Joined me swimming in the lake
Hesitant at first she dipped her toes
Refused to enter in...
But knowing she's a water baby
I knew she would succumb
Fell into the cooling water; at first
Screamed out her indignation
But soon; as I knew she would
She pranced around in celebration
Splashing me; her Nana; joyfully
Enjoying her nakedness; was free
To have her cool fun in the sun
Mummy and Tia Shelley joined us too
Feet dipped in the lake's cool sand
Ah dear Lord; what a precious band
We were today; in Barmera by the lake

4th December 2016



Rosa by Marta

It's trying to rain today.
Even God is having a tear or two
For a wonderful lady who has died today.
"She has suffered enough" He is trying to say
Oh, what memories we have of old times, 
Lovely times we had together, all the laughter and the joy.
Even the kids talk about her fondly.
The good times in the apricot shed, 
The lovely honey biscuits that she always had...
They couldn't wait each year!
Pete even remembers the Vegemite sandwiches...
"The best ever!"  He said as we were talking about things last night.
I've got three candles glowing.
Rest in peace we all say
For a wonderful lady who has died today.

By my Aunt Marta Szabo
For my mum Roza Szabo 
24 June 1938
To 28 December 2016

Mother's hands

My mother's hands are thin; frail
No longer are they strong as nails
My mother's hands are shaky; weak
No longer are they capable; nor do they seek
To labour as they used to do...
It is enough to see them laying 
Upon white sheets; life is delaying 
The inevitable and yet to me
My mother's hands are beautiful...
These once strong hands carried me
Held me close; cradled me; loved me
My mother's hands dealt fairly too
Chastised when there was need
Fr her family these hands did bleed
Yes; these hands were rarely still
These busy hands cooked; cleaned
Worked at many chores; what's more?
Knitted love and warmth for us all
How could any daughter?
Not love her mother as she ought to...