Innocent Millicent9/3/2020 To my daughter Millicent Edith Karson. Born 20-02-2020 Welcome to the world
Lil’ Lil Millicent Edith Karson We welcome you Conceived in love Welcomed In Family Innocent Millicent Whose name means strength in work Profit through war We will prepare you for this hard cold world that is filled with untold beauty and shockingly powerful love We love you Welcome to the world
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January 01st, 20201/1/2020 Another year past in the blink of an eye
Where did that time go? Toasts made to new family and old friends Various beverages and feasts consumed Bubbles, bourbon and beer sipped in joy under the twinkling lights of a fading christmas tree Memories of a year come to pass Feelings and predictions about the future Mingle into an air of emotions that don't translate well into words Yet here we are Still trying Reflecting another year gone The end of a decade Somehow feels like the end of an era Maybe this year, good decisions won't need to wait for hindsight It is 20-20 after all And the future calls Still full of hope We listen to it's promise This year will be better than the last Humans are an optomistic species Children growing up so quickly It won't be long before they join us on the bubbly Where did the time go? Another year is come Another chance to get it right. Ornaments18/12/2019 100 shiny ornaments hanging from the tree
A collection of memories and love Precious patchwork pieces of home, stitched together by time and family. Shiney green and red reflections of smiling faces on happy children who don’t need to pretend to be patient Relaxed relatives sip contentedness Resting in the warmth of family 100 sweet ornaments bounce firelight into far corners of forgotten innocence Nostalgic memories of simpler times Look around They are simple now Hollow bobbles hold the essence of laughter Its amazing they don’t burst! Crackers revealing crowns of colour We wear them together Love is the clue Binding us and reminding us of cycles of joy 100 unique ornaments each telling a story Snow day escapades and stuffed turkey feasts Satsuma champagne mornings with the fragrance of mince This is a celebration of bounty Please Invite those in need to share Spreading joy is in the air Along with the sizzling smell of legendary leftovers Cranberry turkey combinations with stuffing to make a sandwich of champions A special Christmas treat 100 hanging ornaments dangle under the tree Overflowing with gifts from close friends and distant family Knick knacks paddiwacks and little toys that go click clack They are passed around with smiles and excitement In the sparkling lights, we think of our friends Keep lists of who sent them Must remember to send them a thank you I miss you Hope to catch up soon We think of those who are not present and salute them with a toast We will always miss you Long Boxing Day walks with meaningful talks We find comfort with friends Warmth with family 100 small ornaments ready to hang The tree is up The fire is lit Christmas is here English Summer25/7/2019 Long lost cottages
Green grassy lawns Barbeques and beers With a Pims and a cider With old friends and new Sitting in the garden with a cuppa Feeling the warmth With old friends and new Enjoying the shade of a plum tree Picking blackberries from the bush Avoiding the thorns Concerts and bonfires Festivals in the mud With old friends and new A trip to the coast A splash in the sea The sweet taste of flake After fresh fish and chips With old friends and new Short nights and sunbathing with hayfever dreams This is England This is Summer Playgroup12/6/2019 Milling about with the other parents
Tired and slightly bored We're here partly for ourselves Space to let our defences drop In the serenity Of communal eyes A time for half rest Where fears are allayed Cars People Predators Other children can only harm so much Swarms of looming parents Communal dependence Communal toys Worn by countless tiny hands Faded by time and the elements The little uns don't mind They don't know any better This is their playgroup We know full well This is peace Winged Glory23/4/2019 Sleepless nights pass by
A butterfly that floats along the winds of silence Struggling to find its flower Drifting on breezes beyond its power Looking for Nectar That place where dreams Live in unassuming reality Reflecting the colours of wakefulness Wings Flutter Contours of the other path peaking through Mountain peaks on the ocean of unconscious Maps not meant for most Only those sleepless few Who find solace in the lonely hours of twilight It is here the blossoms grow Where the nectar can be found Led by visions of Truth With a taste of creation The silence is their companion wandering through the darkness A deafening roar of self pieces the sleepless thunder Until only the winged glory remains Riding on the wind Douglas Karson
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