Yesterday

Written for https://lindaghill.com/2025/06/04/one-liner-wednesday-what-day-was-it-yesterday-anyway-edition/ Yesterday; I wish I could remember. It is easier to recollect when I was a child, than what I did yesterday; or this morning for that matter. Who am I kidding, most of the time I forget why I walked into a room lol.

Common Sense?

Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/sunday-poser/ We all have an opinion on something; when I am blogging, I keep that to myself. Mostly about politics and religion. The same with family. I don’t like confrontation and these topics could cause arguments. It is different with my grown up kids because through them I understand life a little better.Continue reading “Common Sense?”

Memories

Written for https://skepticskaddish.com/category/poetry/poetry-prompt/ Safe on the carpet, curious about your adventures Recollecting more than I learnt at school. Stood at the window sharing my fears about life Keeping in mind your sensible view. Tears as you left us a journey I couldn’t take part in A tight hold on to your St Christopher Sat onContinue reading “Memories”

Glad to Be

Written for https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2025/05/26/share-your-world-26th-may/  It’s the second May Bank Holiday here in the UK and the kids are on half term break. In your country, do schools have a ‘Half Term’ break? I am glad to be on half term break. As I teaching assistant I get the same perks.  Education methods have changed a lotContinue reading “Glad to Be”

Perfect

Written for https://weeklyprompts.com/2025/05/24/weekly-prompts-weekend-challenge-silhouette/ Shadows two stepping in perfect unison they thrive leaning into our tune hearing the sounds of a blossoming beauty understanding friendship’s earthly link with life travels down brittle bonds treating with care each fragile connection.

For You Beth

Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/ James sat in his usual spot, gazing at the red roses blooming in a quiet corner of the park. Nobody spoke, but he preferred to be alone with his thoughts. Beth; the love of his life. What was he doing? Clinging to a life-raft of memories, he scraped his hands across theContinue reading “For You Beth”