To give a false hope,
To give a false promise,
Is a falseness of you, not the person you give it to.


Do I?

Do I stay and wait?
Do I leave and go?
Do I compromise?
Do I stand up?
What do I do?
There are so many questions of what I should do!

Fallen Tears

Tears fall out of my bleary eyes,
Rolling down my cheeks
Into the river of broken sadness,

Weeping heavily into the river
The dam I broke the walls that caved in.
They will be rebuilt, to be harder and stronger.

One day tears will again fall
Rolling down my cheeks
Into a different river, one which is unknown.

Taking your hint

I keep trying, it is just my nature.
I don’t give up easy. I fight at it. I am determined.
But now I cannot keep trying,
I take your hint.
I keep trying, but you put hurdles in the way.
I take your hint.
I want to keep trying, it is just my nature.
But now I have the stop.
You made your actions clear enough. Cowardly act in my eyes.
So now I take your hint!

Grey clouds

Dark grey clouds crawl through the sky,
Scavenging and roaming across the big blue sky.
Surrounding it, holding it to ransom.
The grey clouds take hold blocking out the light.
The sun tries to fight
But the darkness takes hold and blocks out the light.

Social history of the family

Since doing my family tree I have come across relatives who were part of history from World War One, World War Two and the Boer War. These ancestors of mine were living and breathing during these parts of history. They lived their life and played a part in those moments. History is not just played out in the major incidents and activities, but also in the mundane everyday activities.

This realisation only really caught my attention prominently when I was researching my maternal side of the family, specifically my third great grandparents Joseph and Ann. Both were born in the regency period of 1817 and 1818. Joseph and Ann got married in Buckinghamshire in 1838, after seeing the marriage certificate I learned quite a lot.

Joseph was a labourer in 1838 and his father was also a labourer. Ann was a lace maker in 1838 and her father was also a labourer. Now the year 1838 is important as it was the very start of the Victorian era, where most people worked the lands and did manual jobs like Ann being a lace maker which was at the time a job more than likely done by hand. Fast forward the year to 1851 and Ann is now not just a wife but a mother and stays at home. Whereas Joseph’s occupation is a clue to what is socially happening. Joseph is now a railway driver. As you can see a lot has changed with the introduction of the industrial revolution and the introduction of steam. With this occupation looking at census records they moved around a lot, in the areas of railways. This is just one example of social changes.

A lot socially can be said not just about an occupation whether someone is a miner, tailor or banker (which is quite a high end occupation). Location of where someone lives can speak volumes of the wealth of someone. An inner city area was seen as high in poverty in areas with rows of terrace houses, which did create a sense of community and close knit neighbours.

History is made in not just in catastrophe but in the everyday. The family home, a location of where you live and what job you had speaks volumes nowadays to who our ancestors were and the impact they made.

New summers

I feel like I am walking through a desert,
With no sand dunes,
Just tall skyscrapers that become a mirage
In the sweltering and sweaty heat.
No shorts or t-shirts, but men in suits
With sweat rolling down their cheeks,
Sunburnt faces
Angry and irritated,
These are our new days of summer
In the British heat.

The heat is dry. There has been no rain,
The wells and reservoirs are running low.
We might have a drought.
There will be a ban, a restriction for water.
For the weather is hot, unbearable.
We the British pray for the sun, we now pray for the rain.
These are our new days of summer
In the British heat.