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
Friday, 30 December 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
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
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
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...
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...
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