Rainbow remembrance

Look for me in Rainbows
Time for me to go now, I won’t say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, way up in the sky.
In the morning sunrise when all the world is new,
Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you. Time for me to leave you, I won’t say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, high up in the sky.
In the evening sunset, when all the world is through, Just look for me and love me, and I’ll be close to you.
It won’t be forever, the day will come and then
My loving arms will hold you, when we meet again. Time for us to part now, we won’t say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, shining in the sky.
Every waking moment, and all your whole life through Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you. Just wish me to be near you,
And I’ll be there with you.

This is the anonymous poem we used at my mums funeral, so now both my sister and I keep taking photos of rainbows and posting the photos to each other.


A walk around the garden.

I’ve not done too much this past week, I can hardly believe it’s been a whole week since mum died, we’re heading south for her funeral in a couple of days time.

I’ve been trying to keep busy here at home, and as today it wasn’t raining or blowing a Gale I thought I’d go out into our garden and see what’s still blooming!

all fogged in.

The weather here has started to change, its getting colder and the wind has changed direction from east to west. The air has a sharpness to it, and if we get a warmer day, like we did on Friday this week, it’s followed by a really heavy sea fog the next day. Yesterday the fog didn’t really lift at all. The fog horn in town sounded for the whole morning and although the sum was out creating a hazy luminous light you couldn’t see the sky at all. You almost felt as though you were in it, being a part of it, as fragments of cloud blew visibly past you. Everything sounded both close by and yet miles away echoing through the fog.




No time to write

Contemplating flowers

Looking for a wordless Wednesday

Moving to fast to draw breath

I’m wordless

But without the photo to prove it!

Up at four

Home by six




Six days a week

I know

I lnow

I’m lucky

I have my job

So many don’t

But they want the impossible

Today not tomorrow

15 weeks eorth

In two hours

Just two hours

I can’t

I try

To satisfy

But they are eager to catch up

Make it all as it used to be

For me

Nothing’s changed

I’m still


Needing sleep

Proper meals

And sleep


And a time to write!!!


I apologies