Sometimes

Sometimes I find myself missing him
the way he would look at me with blue eyes so much like my own
his blond hair always slightly messy
never perfect
I don't like perfect
the way he would wrap his arms around me and whisper in my hair
that he loved me
or missed me
how his face would light up when he saw me
how he liked to just be with me
even if it meant just pushing the cart around the supermarket
now when I go shopping I find myself looking for him
why isn't he behind me patiently pushing the cart while I throw stuff in
then I remember
when I needed him most he was never there
Sometimes I find myself thinking about him and it still hurts like it was yesterday

Giving thanks

Giving my thanks & best of the Season to you....

I have a list of people I know all written in a book, And every year at about this time I go and take a look, And that is when I realise that those names are a part, Not of the book they're written in but of my mind & heart, For each name stands for someone who has crossed my path some time, And in that meeting they've become a friend of mine, And once you've met some people the years can not erase, The memory of a pleasant word or a friendly face, So when I send a my seasonal wishes especially to you, It's because you're on that list of folk I'm indebted to, And you are one of many folk who in times past I've met, And happen to be one of those that I do not want to forget, And whether I have known you for many years or few, In some way you have a part in shaping things I do. This, the spirit of the Season, that forever and ever endures,May it leave it richest blessing in the hearts of you and yours.

Wishing you health, happiness & much laughter in 2009!