In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Circle of Five.”
If I had to be the average of five people I would choose:
My husband for his kindness
My daughter for her passion
My son for empathy beyond his years
My mother-in-law who has sadly passed away, whose company I enjoyed greatly, and who accepted me as a daughter
And myself for authenticity, because who else can be me, but me?
And that makes five!
Thank you for reading!
The Waterfront Eye, Cape Town, South Africa
Maritime Ship Steering Wheel
Iron Wheel
Back Wheel of Bicycle
An amazing Poetry Duet, enjoy!
These Shell Babies are an example of Aboriginal children’s toys. The biggest shell on the right is Daddy Shell, Mommy Shell in the middle and Baby Shell on the left ❤
Human nature-
When self rises up
And fights to overtake
This battle being fought
When flesh and spirit wrestle
To dominate, my will is my own
To do as I please, my spirit as a
Gentle pure dove longing for true
Righteousness, I fight this battle on
My knees until finally I can take no more
I submit to Thy will and Thy tender
Grace
My faith is part of me
To live on earth for eternity
To be aware and to have my eyes
On the One who created
All that we can see
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Plead the Fifth.”
What question do I hate to be asked?
When is my birthday?
Because I have two.
The day on which I was born (25th April)
And the day on which all my paperwork is recorded (24th April)
I celebrate on the 24th *because that’s what all my documentation says*
But as my mother would remind me every year, she gave birth to me and it happened on the 25th.
Confused, much?
When your path is dimmed
And no light ahead
Look up, my friend, look up
When hope has fled
And love is dead
Look up, my friend, look up
When overwhelmed—
Need a stepping stone
Look up, my friend, look up
When friends have gone
And you are alone
Look up, my friend, look up
Lift your eyes to see your truth
Allow the way to clear
For it is only by taking steps
Will you overcome your fear
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Me Time.”
Every Saturday morning I read in bed. It is my time to read. I used to read a South African magazine called YOU (on my iPad because I can’t buy them in Sydney).
But now I read the Daily Prompt writers. With limited time I am not always able to read the other Daily Prompters, and my WordPress reader is filled with poetry. So Saturday morning is now reserved for Daily Prompt.
My very kind husband makes me tea when I wake up. My father used to bring me tea in bed every morning when I was a child. And when I married, my husband started doing the same. And then a short while later he makes Cappucino coffee for both of us. I am spoilt!
Thank you for reading!
P.S I am on AEST, so am already on Sunday morning
As I awake and
As I breathe I feel
My beating heart
I am alive, I am
Aware, to see a
Brand new day
So let me live and
Let me be, allow my
Words to be my
Symphony
Poems and Petals 