Memory of you

The memory of you is hard to lose, though forgetting you will never be a challenge.
As I cling onto the memory of you, I cannot shake you off.
For I remember everything you see, but what I share is up to me.
We always see the good, but never speak of the bad or ugly.
We recall the joy and laughter and sometimes the sadness and tears.
For I cannot forget you and nor do I want to. As to do so would be a sin.

For the memory of you recalls in the first time we met.
The words we shared
The laughter, the tears, the joy and understanding,
A small piece of friendship we shared, an unspoken bond of trust,
Of no words needed in the silence, for it was golden,
But only for a moment,
As now there is a silence that is no longer golden.
It is black and dreary, of knowing your silence will never be broken.
For you are gone but never forgotten. Your memory will live forever.

For I have made peace in a small way,
In knowing you are no longer here.
For the hole you left is rather large and can never be filled.
Time may manage it, only just, for time will continue where you be frozen in time.
A time one day we will all face,
But not too soon I hope.
As I need to share the memory of you, for you are hard to forget.
To forget you will never be done, as too many people knew you for who you are.
You may not see the legacy behind you left, but you did.
The impact ever so great and prolonged, that your memory will live on in us.
It shall never die. For the memory of you is hard to lose.

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Dull and dreary

My life is ever so dreary
My life is ever so dull,
All I long for is summer and sun.

For then the nights will be lighter
There is a hope I will be brighter,
When I long for the summer nights.

Winter Olympics

The Winter Olympics are back again,
Where legends are made,
Where the strong and determined prevail,
In mind, body and soul
Every inch is bruised.

Where games are played, on snow and ice,
This time in South Korea,
Fear is used as an adrenaline rush.
Down hills, on skates and skies
Flying through the air.
Making history
Breaking history
Creating history.
For records will be won
Gold, silver and bronze attained.
For the games have begun.

Training begins next year,
Some faces we see every four years.
For next time Asia calls again.
For Beijing will be the next destination,
When we head East for the next Winter Olympic games.

All I see

I look into the mirror
Wanting to see myself,
But all I can see is my past.
The past of my ancestors,
Of war
Of lives lived,
Of loves lost.
Of children born, married and died.

I look into the mirror
Wanting to see myself,
But all I see is the faces of ancestors,
Of similar faces
Of similar characters,
Of names I recognise
Similar to my own.
Of names of meaning
People of consequence.

I look into the mirror,
Wanting to see myself,
But I all I see are all the people,
Who are all related to me.
They helped shape me
They helped create me.
They made me who I am
Who I could be,
For I look into the mirror
All I see is all the people who made me
Looking right back at me.

Snowflakes

The snow is falling
On a dark winter’s night,
I am as cold
As the frost and ice.

Snowflakes fall,
That each pattern is ever so unique.
As snowflakes are like people,
We are all ever so unique.
No two are the same
Like me and you.
They come and go
Like me and you.

As the seasons change,
So do we all.
As the weather changes
We all bend to nature’s call.

Power of social media

Social media like anything else has its pros and cons list. Like anything else it is good and bad. Recently for myself I have found it a source of good.

I don’t just use social media to connect with family and friends but a way to connect to people and activities and hobbies I have an interest, as it is a great way to connect to people of a like mindedness. As I love doing family history I decided to join an ancestry group. From joining this group I posted on the group for help about my ancestors in specific counties of the UK. From those posts people connected with me and helped me with suggestions and those suggestions of joining other family history groups for the specific geographical areas I was looking for. So I did. It was a good decision to do so, as after joining these other groups I gave it a shot in posting about a specific ancestor and their surname and the details of trying to see if anyone was on the group that I was related to or could just help me in finding information.

With a ping on Facebook I got a reply. The person that had replied was in fact a distant cousin. From a small conversation on Facebook we transferred onto email. From there we swapped information and pictures. I was happy to have found out more but to have connected with a relative.

So that is the moral of the story, don’t just use social media to connect with family and friends, but join groups, follow pages for hobbies and activities you like to do, as you never know who or what you might find out.

Inspiration for my poetry

Throughout January or for the most of it I have written poems for each time I posted.

For me writing a poem is the best way to express myself quickly and fluently. All I do is just write them, read what I have written and publish it and if you like it you will read, if not then you will move onto the next best thing. Also they are all original poems.
Although for me I write for myself and if people like what I have written then that is an added bonus. The inspiration for my poetry comes from many things such as:

• How I feel at that time
• Conversations I have had or overheard
• A phrase I may see online or in the news spark an inspiration
• Surroundings of a place I am at or would like to be
• Perception on people
• Perception of the world

Anything that inspires me will make me write. If you like it and read it and can hear my voice or it touches you in a way then thank you and all I can say is keep reading away.