A little Paradise…

The most beautiful little hands, the most amazing eyes, the greatest smell. The sound of the laughter, the inquizitive chatting and the innocence. These are magical times. Times I remember when I was oh so small as well, a time of a yesteryear.

The cute clothes and a small cosey bed and a bedroom. The gorgeous eyes see a new world.

The love and affection pouring to and from the heart of innocence is immense. May the world love you like we do.

Days which pass the magic gets stronger but the time shorter yet more precious. Where do all the years go?

I have spent many years at the paradise of your love and in the gasping beauty of your eyes and of your innocent kisses upon my head. These are beautiful precious moments I can never get back and wont stand the test of time. They are the moments of which will exist beautifully only within my memory.

The innocence and greatness of purity shall carry with me for my eternity amongst the stars. I am enriched to experience precious time with you, precious days that I want to last forever, I am blessed with the return into a kingdom which I once lived and you opened the gates for me to be back amongst the great beginning of life. Here exists total freedom and total creation and happiness. A world of which I have missed. One where I once belonged so happily.

If only I could tell you of the cruel cold desert outside this kingdom where you currently live. It would make you enjoy every moment of where you are now in this beautiful better reality.

In this kingdom memories are made that echoes through the ages, where love is so strong it is unbreakable, where the stars are clear and where peace amongst others reigns.

The day will come where you must leave the kingdom and never truly return but the memories of these days and the people who existed within it shall stay with you for all eternity.

May you have a long time in the kingdom, may you have a long and amazing life oh little cute beautiful soul of paradise…

Vera Lynn – Our Sweetheart…

The tragic news has come that Vera Lynn has died. May she rest in peace.

I feel such sadness. She was a symbol of hope and freedom and kept the spirits going. Her songs and her smile shall never be forgotten.

Vera Lynn is forever our nations sweetheart, the light in darkness and played her part in the war. She deserves a statue.

From wonderful music to wonderful kindness did she inspire this nation and keep the morale up.

She was weaved into the tapestry of this nation and into our hearts with beautiful motivating and beautiful songs which still get played and enjoyed even till this day.

It is like the last of old England has gone and today the nation mourns its sweetheart.

Great songs such as we’ll meet again, Berkeley Square, And bluebirds over the White cliffs of Dover have kept us connected to freedom and romance.

Looking back her songs make the wartime a romantic time when love was in jeopardy she kept the light of love and romance burning.

Thankyou so much Vera for everything you did and the wonderful songs you sung and you are our sweetheart forever.

Goodbye our sweetheart – we’ll meet again…

Dame Vera Lynn may you rest in peace…

Thunder and Lightning…

The flashing light within the night
The rumble of thunder close by, The sound of the rain heavy against the window


How I love thunder and lightning, so exciting and so spooky. The best time to experience thunder is in bed. When nature roars but we are safe and snug away from it all.


It was always my most favourite weather, when the sky is angry, when the weather rages and sends the torrents against mankind


The sky lights up from a lightning bolt
Rain falls like a waterfall. Nature shows its strength to humanity.

The sky roars loud
The road has become like a river. No man can cut through a storm safe despite his technologies. Mother nature is stronger than us all.

I was once out in a great storm and I seen a lightning bolt hit the floor close by. It was a dangerous, scary and exciting moment as I got drenched in the rain heading to my car.

It is a reminder to this supreme mindset mankind has which is just a myth that nature is king.

As a child my eyes was fascinated by lightning as it comes closer, the flash of lightning and the wait for the thunder roar. The sounds of rain on the roof and the floods building close by. This excited me alot.

Nature sends its powerful electric display and loud roaring voice, nature batters at our world well. When the storm comes the people hide.

Next time the storm rages I shall watch in wonder and enjoy natures display of strength….nature is beautiful

The childhood regret…

Once there was a little girl who lived down the street,

and upon a summers evening when I was aged seven she sat on her bike on my drive wearing a yellow tshirt, denim dungarees and trainers on her feet,

a little cute thing and really sweet

Upon this moment I said something wrong, and I remember it and look back with regret
I said a word of which in childhood it should never belong

Upon that evening I innocently called you brown, and upon this moment my mum stepped forward and shouted me down

I didnt mean what I said, It was a silly remark of a young boy and I remember your sad face within that moment in my head

You probably dont remember this moment all them years ago, the years passed by too quickly and places and people did we outgrow, But I am sorry I want you to know

As children we was friends, and within childhood memories this never ends, and I write this poem to make amends,

For a little girl I once knew who used to make me smile, who over the years would come and chat for a while

A little girl who once existed with black frizzy hair and always was kind, and in childhood this can be hard to find

You are one of the names of a yesteryear, and when I return home all the kids are gone who once played here.

From childhood we are now gone and from these streets we no longer play, and you have all grown up into the woman that you are today


But within the shadows of time I shall always have a memory, of a girl who existed in my very own history, I shall always remember the little girl,

I shall always remember –  Tilly