Yesterday I took a moment, and read my posts of the past year.
A year of my life. A year of sharing. A year of growing and understanding.
Friendships made and lost.
Tears and dreams. Disappointments and temptations.
Still struggling for victory. Still struggling to overcome.
But I have been blessed. My family is safe. I have health. Sound mind. A home.
And I still have time and opportunity.
(Lead me, God, closer to Thee).
A form of honesty
Never did any harm
I’ve always been taught,
So given the chance
To look back at all the things
I’ve said and done
A bit of eccentricity
Comes to the fore
I was tempted to write
About a close relative of mine
Who passed away so many years ago
Until I started myself thinking
About all the things
I’ve been heard to say
I’ve been asked by mouths of babes
“Why do I do things I do?”
When wrapped in my own little world –
Talking aloud to only me
(Or even setting the midnight alarm
To arise and pen a daily post
Proving a level of eccentricity
I’m sure anyone would agree
“You do what?”
Yeah it’s true, I set the alarm
Because the daily post needs to be responded to
And one entry needs to be from me)
I found out the other day
When I spoke quite triumphantly
About my book – what a surprise
This has turned out to be
Because when I was but a child
I was held back from starting school
A ‘special school’ was suggested quite highly
I ended up attending a mainstream one
But at least I now have an answer
When it is at oftentimes asked –
For when I do the strangest things
That would send a husband under the desk
“What planet would you be from –
When you do the things you do”
My answer now can be
My planet is Vonita
And if this you do not believe
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movingtowardsthelight – VIVA
I am the author
Every word is mine
And not only that
My book is written
It has been written by me!
(Thanking Oscar and Tim for their contributions too!)
I’m old enough to have Good Old Days
I’m young enough to remember them
Studying, learning, that golden time
Between school and earning myself a
Living
A student, but not a scholar
Romanticising, socialising
Studying, experimenting 🙂
Three years of my life
Loving
No responsibilities, but to
Learn that mathematics
Do those tutorials
Have myself some fun
Partying
Bryan Adams in South Africa
You rock!
X-Files, Friday night Friends
First love, First fight
Working
Weekends to earn myself some money
To help me get by, those days flew away
So fast, and now when I look back
They are those Good Old Days
Reminiscing
And what do I see here?
From yesterday’s magic key?
Bright stickers reminding me
How urgently someone would want my
Company
Relax, my child
I know you are having breakdowns
Nerve issues, and anxiety too
But all will be well
Son and daughter will be blessed
Countries will be exchanged
Smart phones will be invented
You will find out soon
What they might be
You will learn to write
Practice some Pilates
Get that body into shape!
New friends will arrive
New people, new lives
New stories to be shared
There will be sad times
There will be happy times
There will be farewells
Sorrow and joy interweaving
Working together for good
Harmonising
You will never be without
Every day you are alive
There will be blessing surrounds
And to help you out
There will be coffee
And to spare
And at night, there will be tea
In mugs reminding you of home
Lovingly painted in Africa by hand
(Zimbabwe actually to be exact
Long story, don’t ask)
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