No More Snow

Written https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2025/05/18/sunday-confessionals-cyclical/ Spring, summer, where did you go? Warmer winters, no more snow daffodillies uncertain of when to grow. Summer heat merged with colder days Never sure of the latest cyclical blaze. Autumn colours share more in November lost are the bitter days of a damp Decembe

Her Mama

Written for https://lindaghill.com/2025/05/16/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-17-2025/ With a head full of straw, Alessandra rifled through an old silver tin, with a clock face on it. She remembered sitting on the carpet, looking through the grainy photographs. Her mama never denied she had a sister, but they still weren’t on speaking terms. Alessandra couldn’t imagine not talking to herContinue reading “Her Mama”

Sunshine Sets

Written for https://emea01.safelinks.protection.outlook.com/?url=https%3A%2F%2Ftankatuesday.com%2F2025%2F05%2F13%2Ftankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-12-hainka-5-13-25%2F&data=05%7C02%7C%7Ca7dc3ee732aa4041ae4408dd923ed16c%7C84df9e7fe9f640afb435aaaaaaaaaaaa%7C1%7C0%7C638827520673651666%7CUnknown%7CTWFpbGZsb3d8eyJFbXB0eU1hcGkiOnRydWUsIlYiOiIwLjAuMDAwMCIsIlAiOiJXaW4zMiIsIkFOIjoiTWFpbCIsIldUIjoyfQ%3D%3D%7C0%7C%7C%7C&sdata=zouc2FcAWxsH59%2Bmhi6uDMpK4bd7hUtlBZuzYzoN5rg%3D&reserved=0 Roses blooming bright red, yellow, white, flying free sunshine sets the scene. Where do we begin? Listen well, smiles costs nothing so we can hope to share in mother nature’s wish in creating dreams.

This Won’t Do

Written for https://lindaghill.com/2025/05/07/one-liner-wednesday-this-wont-do/ This won’t do; just my opinion There are two things I won’t write about in my blog. Religion, and politics. The same when I am speaking with family and friends. They have the right to their belief, just as I do with mine. We don’t have to agree. Listening to others isContinue reading “This Won’t Do”

Imaginary

Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/ It’s all in your head. That’s what my dad used to shout when I mentioned my imaginary friend. ‘Can you set an extra place?’ I asked. ‘About time we gave up that nonsense.’ Dad’s veins bulged red. ‘Let her be, love,’ she said. I shared that look as Mum set a knife,Continue reading “Imaginary”

Little Robin

Written for https://lindaghill.com/2025/05/02/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-3-2025/ and the Robin from https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/author/sadje19/ Sing your song loud little Robin. You should be proud of your red chest. Many find comfort as you sit there knowing their loved ones are at rest. A sign from heaven we can only do our best.