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A Letter To Me by Me
Feeling sorry for myself
Sitting staring out of the window today, feeling sorry for myself while Gordon lays in bed and is soon to go to work, I suddenly realised that my life isn't so bad after all.
The poem was written off cuff as I try to explain my feelings. Some of it rhymes but it isn't intentional. I just allowed my thoughts to appear on the page. I hope my tears are taken for what they are, good thoughts of a season full of changes.
My biggest acheivement in life. What I am all about.
An inspiration, Mother's red rose
One simple memory
Memories of youth
My first stallion, my friend
The precious feeling of love.
My brightest star
Precious gifts with whom I share my life
You write to your memory.
Why do you sit and peer out of your window, sitting all alone?
are you hurting or thinking about getting a life?
You gaze upon the countryside near home
Yet never falter in your convictions to strive
for all the little things so precious in life.
Your memoires, sometimes far from friends,
visions of loneliness just seems never ends,
and yet truth be known, you are not unhappy at all.
Beyond the window pane is a colourful life
So full of joy, so full of pain, but with a majesty all of its own.
The birds are sitting chatting in the leafless branches,
taking shelter from the winter chill,
that if no coal on the fire at home
would certainly make you ill.
The evergreens with boughs of silver and white
shiver in the wild, windy dark night.
The robin with his chest of burnished red
sits on the window sill to wait
for the breadcrumbs from the toasted bread
that keeps him warm and comfortingly fed.
The dogs are curled up upon your feet
such love and warmth they readily great.
A tender stroke or a kind word
at least for them you are always heard.
Seasons come and seasons change
Santa Claus will be stoking his range
to keep Rudolph warm and rested on straw
for his time is almost here to brave the snow storm.
Children’s faces glow with delight
when they go to sleep on Christmas night
Turkey dinner on the table, loving families whilst they are able
to share the magic known as Christmas.
For you, life is still a bitter pill
and yet again I have to say
that you are not alone this way.
Secrets from friends long ago
will stay and work their magic in the snow
Mothers and fathers never forgotten,
Influence our life and Christmas stockings.
Be it an apple or a pear
their legacy you did share.
And now the time has come for you
to make decisions and not to be blue
For God in heaven above, beyond all else, sends you his love.
Don’t sit and stare through the window still,
get up and walk to share the good will
Reach out to people that you hold so dear
and find out just how they celebrate, this year
At your heart the door is always open wide
even when the devil steps inside.
Don’t dwell on a heart all forlorn
for next year is coming with gifts galore.
The future is bright for most of us,
but when you sip your mulled wine this year
remember the homeless who this season dread
lets not forget the starving too
as we sip and enjoy the view
of steaming turkey and brussel sprouts.
These people have nothing to share
all they can do is sit and stare.