by Susie | Jun 18, 2012 | In Death, Love poems, Multiple myeloma, Poetry, Uncategorized
As brush to palette, as hands to clayI sketch and mould my words.Nothing lustrous hereno bright and gaudy colours,no smooth or shaped sculptures,just simple truthful words to look beyond,between the lines to findthe crumbs of comfort I try to pen. Words...
by Susie | Dec 4, 2011 | Articles., Carers Support, Christmas poem, Health Issues, In Death, Love poems, Multiple myeloma, Poetry, Uncategorized
This week I received two very lovely comments regarding my poems, both in the same vein informing me how much folk enjoy them and how they helped them when grieving or in pain. Yes of course I receive daily comments, it would be unusual if you wrote a blog and never...
by Susie | Nov 22, 2011 | Articles., Carers Support, Health Issues, In Death, Love poems, Multiple myeloma, Poetry, Uncategorized
I felt it appropriate on this first anniversary to post again two poems written around this time last year. The first, the simple poem “This Rollercoaster Life†was written when I knew and needed to accept that there was no more that could be done for...
by Susie | Sep 20, 2011 | Articles., Carers Support, Health Issues, In Death, Multiple myeloma, Uncategorized
As this month embraces Autumn I recall the September of last year and the wretched struggles of that time. I suppose in retrospect this backward view, this sorrowful indulgence, is something that those bereaved need to do. A kind of summing up as you...
by Susie | Sep 10, 2011 | In Death, Multiple myeloma, Uncategorized, Village
In this peaceful part of the world my beloved lies amongst friends. Under the twinkling night stars of this beautiful small village and during the day nestled in this tranquil setting and in the sight of God is his final resting place. It is right and fitting. Amen....
by Susie | Jul 20, 2011 | Carers Support, Health Issues, In Death, Lincolnshire, Multiple myeloma, My Family, Uncategorized
What will it say in years to come? What will it tell the folks who pass by and glance, reading the words I’ve chosen. How I wanted to tell a story on this tablet of stone. How I wanted to place so many words. Words that would have filled this oblong of granite....
