Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts

Monday, May 23, 2011

A FLOWER IN THE GARDEN



A FLOWER IN THE GARDEN

Little girl with eyes so blue,
And hair of honey gold,
You are a flower in the garden ~
The sweetest we could hold.
You are nearly two years old
And off on your journey now,
Exploring and adventuring
And we can see you grow.

You have brought joy to many hearts
And blessed our lives with love,
A very special little girl,
Sent from Heaven above.
You are your Mummy’s special joy
And you’re Daddy’s little girl,
You have captured Grandpa’s heart
And have him in a whirl.

You are a flower in our garden,
And often bring a smile,
You make our burdens lighter
As we travel every mile.
We watch you grow and wonder
What life holds for you,
We wish you special blessings
In everything you do.

We wish you a peaceful voyage
On a calm untroubled tide
We wish you exciting adventures
And joys you cannot hide.
We wish you a diamond studded sky,
And dewdrops on a rose,
A cool breeze on a summer day
And sand between your toes.

We wish you pools to splash in,
When you walk upon the sand
Shells to collect and crabs to see,
And holding Mummy’s hand
A full moon for you to wonder at
Kittens and Puppies at play,
A happy type of tiredness 
When you reach the end of day.

We wish you shelter from a storm,
An umbrella to keep you dry,
Friends to keep you company
Someone to answer “why”.
We wish you love and laughter
A warm and comfy bed,
A soft and downy pillow
Where you can lay your head.


Written for Grace Tegan Crawford
Born November 27 2004

Thursday, May 19, 2011

I AM THE VOICE OF A WOMAN




i AM THE VOICE OF A WOMAN

I am the voice of a woman
With a very caring heart,
The troubles in this world
Are tearing me apart.

I want to stand up and be counted
To storm and never cease
Until the world for our children
Becomes a place of peace.,

Alone my voice is quiet
And my tears fall on hard ground,
But if we join together 
Then strength in numbers is found.

We can challenge the Politician,
The Professor and the Police,
We can join hands around the world
And we can pray for peace.

We can fight for freedom,
For justice for our brother,
By taking some action
We can care for one another.

We can try to change the laws
So that our hearts can rest,
We shall stand tall and strong
If we are put to the test.

Let’s hope that by linking hands
In love around the world,
Freedom’s sweet flag
Will one day be unfurled.

© Linda J. Vaughan
May 2011

The Pages of Avalon

Saturday, May 14, 2011

THESE THINGS I HAVE LOVED




THESE THINGS I HAVE LOVED.

I have been lately thinking about my life,
The changes, the cares, the worry and strife,
And yet through it all I can find such pleasure
In the simple things in fullest of measure.

The joy of the bird’s first song at morning, the thrill
Of finding in your spring garden the first daffodil.
The velvet petal of a special rose, with a dewdrop there
The warmth and the touch of a loved ones special care.

The joy when the telephone rings and it is who you want it to be
The “Hi – how are you”? – “You mean so much to me”.
A visit from someone you love and treasure~
Sharing their dreams in fullest of measure.

The saying goodbye and the meeting again
After times of anguish of worry and pain.
The calling out of “Please take care “
The quick response “Yes I will be aware.”

The making of friends the learning to trust
The stepping out of the circle – yes it’s a must.
Only then can you learn who you truly are
Only then can you be the best by far.

The sun on your back – the wind in your hair
The joy of living – freedom from care.
A spring in your step and a song in your heart
Seeing your children grown – being a part..

Of all of their plans and all of their schemes.
Watching them realise all of their dreams.
Knowing that you have had a small part
In shaping their lives  - what a great start.

The warm feeling when someone asks if they can talk
With you, share time with you – even a walk.
The smile from the heart and it should give no surprise
The secrets that are told by clear sparkling and eyes.

A good book and a warm fire – some place where you feel
Safe and protected – a place where you can heal.
From all of life’s troubles, it’s cares and its woes,
That special place where everyone goes.

Clear water, nice wine, coffee and tea,
Good food, and special company.
Eating out at a restaurant  - what bliss,
The touch of hand and a warm special kiss.

Strong arms and strong hands to hold you close by
A tender touch and a special sigh
That holds the promise of much much more ~
Somehow it is clear – somehow you are sure.

Perfumes and fragrances, cards and a letter
Tell me my friend  - what could be better?
Than to open the pages written with love and with care
Sent to you because someone couldn’t be there.

A hot steamy shower – a way to get warm
Days spent visiting – days on a farm
Communing with nature that good to be alive feeling
Times when you feel your senses go reeling.

A new pair of shoes and a new handbag made of leather
A new big umbrella to protect from the weather.
Some stationery and some pens  - that lovely paper smell
Paper clips and drawing pins – oh yes I love it well.

Time spent with books in a bookshop,
Not wanting this quiet time to stop.
The wave of a child’s hand from a nearby car
The wonder of moon, and sun and star.

The tiredness and fatigue when a job is well done
The thrill of the sport and a game that is won.
Music that stirs your soul and brings you to tears,
Memories carried close in heart over years.

Meeting again and getting in touch
With those whose friendship once meant so much.
A familiar voice and a warm welcoming smile~
The touch of a hand – not felt for a while.

A shared moment and time true and tender
Smiles across a room which say “I remember”.
A piece of music which makes your soul take wings.
The flush of a cheek – the glow that love brings.

The birth of a child with hope and with joy –
Not mattering whether it’s a girl or a boy.
The first tooth, the first step, word and first smile,
Making it all seem so very worthwhile.

A walk on the beach – sand in your shoes,
Sharing with someone special good news.
Walking through autumn leaves – that special rustle
Away from the struggle the strife and the bustle.

The sharing of grief, of hopes and of fears,
The sharing of laughter – the sharing of tears
The sharing of life – its hopes and its ways
Bringing me happiness all of my days.


“These are things that have brought me joy in my life and I share them with you in love.”

© Linda J Vaughan 
May 20ll