Cathedral Memories


I walked the path
other’s trod before me,
crossing the threshold
into peace and tranquility.


Daylight broke through
stained glass windows,
depicting historical images
the life of this building.

St.Mary the Virgin Church - Rye - Sussex

Monuments and tablets
adorn these walls,
those to be remembered
not forgotten by time.


Heartfelt Feelings

Memories - Vidan Art Beland

Warmth and emptiness
spread through her body,
as her fingers and toes
filled with numbness and feelings.

She felt as though
she would break apart,
into millions of pieces
and disappear into oblivion.

As his soft blue eyes
gazed into her green eyes,
she knew at that instance
he could read her mind.



As Charmaine grew
doing as she pleased,
calm in the belief
that’s as it should be.

She did not comprehend
how others could decide,
how it was proper
for her to behave.

She lived in her world
behind her shadowed face,
for no one had ever
entered, her secret world.

No amount of force
could part those doors,
her hound-dog eyes
a testimony to her thoughts.

Creature Comforts


He kindly took me in
when I had nowhere to go,
for I had been driven out
by the family dog.

He gave me shelter
when it rained,
he gave me warmth
when it was cold.

He shared his salmon
when I was hungry,
he gave me milk
when I was thirsty.

I would sit upon his lap
and he fed me chicken,
as he ate ice-cream
I would lick the carton.

I sunbathed amid the grasses
slept under the pampas grass,
he made me feel safe
and I trusted him.

I never knew, life
could be so good
as I fell asleep
in his arms…

Poetry… A Discovery


Poetry is a discovery
leading us into the unknown,
showing us how to express
inner thoughts and feelings.

Could it be nature
with its watery scenes,
trees and plants
bending with the wind.

Long lost memories
of a forgotten childhood,
relationships, long gone
friends, lost through time.

What comes to the surface
can come out of learning,
or a sense of instinct
bringing life, to old memories.

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Family Memories


I found this poem by Mary Louise Haskins (1876-1957), former Economics lecturer, stored away with my grandfather’s death certificate, and it made me wonder if it held any special meaning for him, for he carried it with him always.

For he was one of the lucky one’s who returned from the “Battle of the Somme (World War One).  He was not a religious man, and I never heard him talk of his experiences of the war, only to say, many friends died needlessly.

It is said, Princess Elizabeth, our present Queen showed it to her father King George VI who used the first part of it in his 1939 Christmas Broadcast to the nation.

The words were engraved on a plaque, fitted to the gates of King George VI Memorial Chapel at Windsor Chapel.

The Queen Mother who was buried at Windsor Castle in 2002, had it read out as part of her state funeral.

These words can also be found engraved in stone within the “Private Royal Chapel at Windsor.”

These words with a simple meaning and yet so poignant…


The Gate of the Year published in 1908.

I said to the man stood at the gate of the year.
Give me light that I may tread safely into the unknown.
He replied, go out into the darkness and put your hand
into the hand of God.
That shall be to you better than light and safer than the known way.

So I went forth,
And finding the hand of God,
Trod gladly into the night
He led me towards the hills,
And the breaking of the day in the lone east.

So heart be still
What need our little life.
Our human life to know,
If god hath comprehension?
In all the dizzy strife,
Of things both high and low,
God hideth his intention.

God knows. His will.
Is best. The stretch of years,
Which wind ahead, so dim
To our perfect vision,
And clear to God.  Our fears
Are premature. In him,
All time hath full provision.

The rest: until
God moves to lift the veil
From our impatient eyes,
When, as the sweeter features
Of life’s stern face we hail,
Fair beyond all surmise.
God’s thought around his creatures
Our mind shall fill.

The Somme: Wikipedia Image