To say I am very stressed about my exam is an understatement. I’ve learnt all of stalking….am just about to learn about the Psychodynamic approach and try to apply it to a case study. Then a bit of Brain Organisation. Eeeeeeeeeek 3 days. It’s really scary. But not the end of the world.
The FP has just been round. Well she came round with Sir Baz, Affaf, Thomas and Boney Joeages ago and they stole some cake and bakewell tart, despite efforts to stop this thieving. But anyway, she just came round and had a very sad subject matter. It made me feel sad inside. I wrote a poem. Half of me wants to post it up. Half of me doesn’t ‘cos it’s not very good….I’m no good at poetry and I don’t like to be judged. But having a blog is cathartic and it’s nice to have stuff out. Ok…I am posting it. Maybe only briefly. I don’t know. It’s a wee bit rubbish.
His past is gone, but not forgotten,
Life lived to the full,
His body frail but spirit living on strong,
In hope, In knowing he will see
The one who held his heart, then
And forever,
Waiting. Clinging on to say goodbye
To those to be left behind
Knowing he will see them again,
Tears shouldn’t be of sadness
For memories will not fade
The past will not be erased
All is done. All is well.
A future awaits him,
Holding an eternal embrace
With one lost but never forgotten,
Her body gone
Her spirit lives on,
Always there, waiting to meet him,
Holding out her hands she greets him,
To peace at last, with her
His everlasting love.
post it
i am glad that you decided to post that poem. i liked it a lot. was very good.
Thank you.