by Margaret Pedley | Mar 7, 2007 | Poetry
We are born without a care into the giant garden of everywhere! As we wait to grow and grow how the hell are we to know That one day we’ll see the world and all the chaos meant to be! We are only but a part of one gigantic beating heart!
by Margaret Pedley | Mar 7, 2007 | Poetry
On a cold November evening I’m going to the dreaming spot! Clutching a bag of bubbles, I hold my breath, afraid, it may not be there! Rounding the corner, waiting like a friend is the old familiar oak, the same flat stone. I open the bubbles and listen to the sounds...
by Margaret Pedley | Mar 7, 2007 | Poetry
My spirit is strong no more does it long, For times that are past that I thought would last, I‘ve taught it how to live in the now, To make each day everlasting in my own way, I fill up my plate with laughter and love, I think of love as I’m walking through the wood,...
by Margaret Pedley | Mar 7, 2007 | Poetry
The shadows are longer as my memories grow stronger, I gaze at yesterday through the window of the past, I see the splendour of youth and I remember, My children when small my parents still young, Grandparents alive, the family tree is as it should be. We’re all...
by Margaret Pedley | Mar 7, 2007 | Poetry
Last years catkins are still hanging on the tree, Why are they there, are they waiting for us to see? That the unnecessary clutter of the past, Should be made to last and last! The catkins will fall and as they do, Our regrets will die as we wait for the new! Only...
