Final Bow

we do our best
we try to aim
to reach the skies
to play the game

to live a life
of love and stars
of peace and joy
and no more wars

but we are tied
to earth and soil
we breathe the air
of nature’s toil

it may not be
we might not reach
the dreams we dreamed
the tales we teach

our flesh weighs down
it cannot be
that we are freed
into liberty

so take a moment
and say a prayer
blow it softly
into the air

all will pass
and this we know
struggles will end –
a final bow.

Lolly Jars


Well, I have two more sleeps before I head off on an overnight connecting flight to Johannesburg. Leaving my kids and husband behind for family responsibility decided on by others. Missing the event of the year, the School May Fair, which is a great day of fun, and something I’ve been looking forward to since the inaugural Fair from last year. But no, I rather need to take my life in my hands, and brave the Jhb roads, to satisfy other people’s expectations of what I should be doing with my life. And how I should be spending my non-existent cash, and time. Because I have unlimited leave and money grows on trees.

To cheer me up, I did my part and contributed a few Lolly Jars (candy jars) for the Lolly Jar ‘Lucky Dip’ stand. BFF is under strict instructions to buy a couple for myself, because Lolly Jars make me happy. Sometimes it’s the simple things in life.

Looking at the jars I’ve made up, I suddenly feel sorry for the poor soul who ends up with the yellow jar. Who wants a jar with only yellow lollies? (Candy, sweets in South Africa, lollies in Australia, you get the idea). Oops. Sorry, my bad.

And here’s a reminder from last year. (I am really upset at missing the fair. If I think about it too much I am going to get angry. And angry on me is not flattering).