Contributions

To all of the mothers upstairs in the clouds, Your daughters and sons shout “Hi’ really loud. We know you’re not here since that day you passed, but the love in our hearts will forever last. Some still buy cards and flowers today, and place them by pictures and smile...

As I sit and drink my coffee today, I hear many things that passersby say. They’re often unhappy and talking of those, who cause so much pain at work as they go. I hear of people, quite senior as well, who make people’s lives a living hell. Bullies, liars, and those...

Leaders, managers, teams, and colleagues, don’t become those silent bodies. Don’t see things from just your lens, see others’ perspectives, more like friends. Walk two moons in their shoes first, See their world and feel their thirst. What makes them tick and what...

(For My Friend Tim) “Friend” is a word that we use every day. We talk of a friend and have plenty to say. Well, this is my rhyme for this friend of mine. And no better friend will you ever find. When I think of Tim and my memories dear, it often involves the hill and...

This poem was written by Dawn Turner about the loss of her son. Dawn kindly gave me her permission to share it on FLOW. ------- My world stopped on 22 August. The date is etched into my skin like a burn. Six weeks have passed — or perhaps it’s still that single,...

Aligned and united, we work in our teams. And all of us work on the company’s dreams. Success and reward are just over there. We’ll get there with effort, compassion, and care. Into our values we dive and we swim. Together, united, our dream is to win. If anyone...

They call it a village, it looks like hell, Buildings destroyed by bomb and shell, Smouldering wood and acrid fumes, A greyness over everything looms. There’s mud everywhere under foot, Mixed with rain, earth and soot, The heady smell of death everywhere, A misty...

(Singular Plurality, Linking Individuals Together) We live in a house with so many rooms, where all of us roam in the darkness that looms. We don’t always speak to each other about the things that our host kindly helps us sort out. Our memories don’t always link up...

I’m perfectly safe working from the floor . I’ve worked at height on Emley Moor To trim an Apple tree is not an Arm Wrestle I wouldn’t have to use a trestle, A stack of metal would act as my floor Then I could get busy with my Saw Finishing the job without a care ,...