Julia, a surrogate Granddaughter

 

 

 

Arriving as you did out of the blue from a foreign shore
a young girl of fifteen exhibiting such a wealth of courage
Increasing our trio of granddaughters to a total of four.

Eleven months ahead of you for a new life to explore
Albeit uncertainty and homesickness firstly to abridge
Arriving as you did out of the blue from a foreign shore.

Embracing each challenge while misgivings you’d ignore
Blending into family life with strangers not easy to manage
Increasing our trio of granddaughters to a total of four.

Accepting and accepted ‘twas time your new life to explore
Sightseeing, schooling, animals the whole Aussie package
Arriving as you did out of the blue from a foreign shore.

Easily emerging for Brazil an exemplary young ambassador
Congratulations Julia on the way you handled this voyage
Increasing our trio of granddaughters to a total of four.

From Poppy and Lyn our best wishes with you evermore
You will always be considered our family love appendage
Eleven months ahead of you for a new life to explore
Arriving as you did out of the blue from a foreign shore

Mothers Day

What does it mean to you?

I get so very upset when I see the bombardment of advertisements spruiking their sales pitch, aimed at instilling a feeling of guilt to those that don’t buy their Mum the biggest or best and of course most expensive gift, or the flipside being those that bemoan it’s just far too commercial now.

          The truth of the matter is most Mums don’t want or expect expensive gifts, that’s not what Mother’s day is supposed be about. The words I love you Mum from any offspring of any age outclasses any other Mother’s day gift on earth.

          I for one thank god I was blessed with the gift of our children, who by just being themselves have given me more riches than money could ever buy, commercialism has nothing to do with my idea of Mother’s day I need no extra gifts, I have had a life time full of them every day, and to all Mums out there, I know deep down it is the same, we are a very privileged band of people.  

          As I look into the faces of my adult children on this special day, I find myself slipping back in time, to a much younger Mum’s place.

          The diamond earrings that were purchased at the flea market with saved pocket money and given with such love and excitement you were wrong Mummy, diamonds don’t cost a lot of money at the market, putting up with the green rings that formed from wearing them.

          A plastic string of love hearts, given with such majesty as if they were pearls. Being confided to by the mother that sold our daughter the metal soap shaker, that when she tried to persuade this first grader to buy something “pretty” for Mum from the stall, she was told in no uncertain way, Mummy doesn’t like them she needs a new shaker, that shaker, well used and now rusty, resides in my treasure box along with the things that were bought with more love than money.

          It is remembering the cold bread, butter and Vegemite sandwich served with tea made with cold water, because you know I am not allowed to use the toaster or kettle till I am seven.

          While chopping wood for the fire and overhearing our young son tell his friend, when I grow up I want to have muscles like Mummy…. Or all those cuddles that were needed NOW.

          These are a fraction of the priceless memories that are sealed with love and bound to my heart that make up Mother’s day for me, to be revisited at any given time, not only on the second Sunday in May.

Every Mum has a treasure trove like this hidden away, so to all out there that are Mums, will one day be Mums or to those that take on a Mum’s role, you have got the best gift of all,  cherish it, it’s a very important one …  Happy Mother’s Day

Quote

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”

Love’s sweet mystery.

A rhyme or prose on romance or love
Heavens! I’d need guidance from above
as the meaning to me is pure conjecture

Nature has devised this ominous plan
to ensure the continuous survival of man
love being a dizzy ride for all who venture

Pondering so many forms all inclusive
renders love’s true meaning quite elusive
when comprehending origin or culture

For each it’s a totally individual ride
with no set rules to use as a guide
only chance decrees success or departure

A reality of life in perpetual motion
a merry go round of disaster or devotion
an ongoing process a continual adventure

There’s not a man or woman alive
whom in love doesn’t glow or derive
the magic of love’s warming enrapture

Love’s sweet mystery

Love

Start the march by spreading love. Here i have a task nomination for you.. Feel free to accept or otherwise.. 🙂

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G’day PH as requested

Love

A gift from above
Rejection … a bitter pill
The ability to love
inner harmony will instill

Oft confused with desire
striking with lightening force
causing the internal fire
false love … wooing remorse

Enduring love the goal
nourishing our very soul.

My favourite love quote

There’s not a man or woman alive
whom in love doesn’t glow or derive
the magic of love’s warming rapture.

14th February

standing-cupid

Valentine’s Day is here again

heightened emotion tilts your sphere

Romance will now take priority

when the one you love comes near

With a tender touch or secret smile

they can set your heart aglow

a special day for lovers

Cupid and his arrow deemed it so

It’s the quivering tingle shooting through you

when wrapped in warm arms

creating the feeling of coming home

as all doubt love disarms

So challenge this fourteenth of February

give St.V a whirl

Life’s far too short just enjoy the ride

as you let your love unfurl

Cupid’s Arrow

The ninth of May in nineteen sixty fou

On the ninth of May around five o’clock in nineteen sixty four

before God, family and friends we married appearing quite mature

t’was late afternoon in Frankston not far from the ocean’s shore


Marching girls at the chapel door forming a guard of honour

in white and gold a courtesy a token forever to treasure

on the ninth of May around five o’clock in nineteen sixty four


Smiling until our jaws ached with bouquets a floral splendour

to a session with the photographer immortalising the rapture

t’was late afternoon in Frankston not far from the ocean’s shore


Our wedding breakfast was full of fun without any hint of rancour

the band played rock and roll the preferred music of our culture

on the ninth of May around five o’clock in nineteen sixty four


A honeymoon in Queensland you granted to me as a favour

our wedded life was starting out to be a fantastic adventure

t’was late afternoon in Frankston not far from the ocean’s shore


Evolved to a family of eight I reiterate with fervour

beginning fifty years ago with blessing you can’t measure

on the ninth of May around five o’clock in nineteen sixty four

t’was late afternoon in Frankston not far from the ocean’s shore

9th May 1964

 

On the ninth of May around five o’clock in nineteen sixty four

before God, family and friends we married appearing quite mature

t’was late afternoon in Frankston not far from the ocean’s shore

 

Marching girls at the chapel door forming a guard of honour

in white and gold a courtesy a token forever to treasure

on the ninth of May around five o’clock in nineteen sixty four

 

Smiling until our jaws ached with bouquets a floral splendour

to a session with the photographer immortalising the rapture

t’was late afternoon in Frankston not far from the ocean’s shore

 

Our wedding breakfast was full of fun without any hint of rancour

the band played rock and roll the preferred  music of our culture

on the ninth of May around five o’clock in nineteen sixty four

 

A honeymoon in Queensland you granted to me as a favour

our wedded life was starting out to be a fantastic adventure

t’was late afternoon in Frankston not far from the ocean’s shore

 

Evolved to a family of eight I reiterate with fervour

beginning fifty years ago with blessing you can’t measure

on the ninth of May around five o’clock in nineteen sixty four

t’was late afternoon in Frankston not far from the ocean’s shore