Well, this was a timely one word choice, because look what happened this very morning. I was on my way out, bright and early, and lo and behold, I was not going anywhere. Dang!

I turned to my thirteen year old. Can you change a tyre. He shrugged his shoulders, no?

Well, life lesson my boy! He can now change a tyre 😀


Secret Message

For one day only
I will tell you my thoughts
I will write them down for you
Tomorrow they will be erased
What I have to say will all be gone
No trace of these words will ever remain

I would like you to know how much I love you
The pain in my chest when I think of you
The longing to be close to you
The desire of my heart

But it can never be
It will never be
All that will remain
Is a blank page

With no words typed
Or written
No trace of any words
At all


My Grandfather

When I was but a child
I would sit enraptured at the knee
Listening so very earnestly
To what my grandfather would say to me

So many stories he would share
Of life – how it was when he was young
I would hear tales about macaroni shells
And how they grow outside on trees

Stories about children growing up
Silly mistakes that they would make
And I knew to never take most things he said
Very seriously, because he might just be kidding me

For a sense of humour he did have
He could make me laugh when I was feeling sad
Lighten the air with only a smile or hug
And I do so miss him now very much

Not all his words were humorous jokes
For wise thoughts he would also share
Warning me that growing old
Is not for the faint-hearted, one must be strong

People fill our hearts with stories they tell
Infuse our vision with their lives and their love
And one day we find they have been taken from us
Leaving only memories as a faded note

That they lived and we loved them
For a short while they were alive as we are now –
Our own stories will touch younger hearts
As our hearts were touched when we were young




It took three years and then some 

To pull me down 


Make me less than 



My impression is that 


It was all about him.

It took one encounter 

To lift me up 


Believe in me 

And see my smile

My truth 

My worth.

My impression is that 


It is all about us.


No Qualms

I’ve never, ever used the word ‘qualm’ before now, but I can hear my mother’s voice echoing in my ear. He / she has no qualms about lying or being deceitful or hurting people. Or whatever. 

Or perhaps I had no qualms in back-chatting and being cheeky? Which seemed to happen often. I always strived to have the last word. 

Qualm is totally a word my mother used to use. (Never heard my father use it).

Right up there with ‘knackered’.