A Sunny Sunday morning greeting to you all.
I told you before that I have been writing since I was a girl and as a present to my patient mother I made a big collection, had it bound and gave it as a Christmas present.
I called the book ‘The Peripheral’, which was the name of a magazine I used to produce when young for my friends and family.
Whilst visiting my mother yesterday we skimmed through the book and I saw this poem. I wrote this when I was 12-years old. Poetry is not my forte and I was surprised to find this but wanted to share it with you as it is equally relevant today.
LOVE
Love
A thing to be cherished
Treasured forever
Love
A thing between all
From the ‘superior’ humans
To the ‘humble’ hedgehogs.
Love
A thing needy to all
Always there, ready to delight
The eager youngsters
The ageing parents.
Love
Never ask for its presence
Love, real love
Unquestioningly comes
It never falters
Or flickers away.
Love
Its strong pulse is ever near
Never closing its doors
Where happiness flows in.
Love.
“Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.”
Mother Theresa
Update: Current word count on first draft of novel: 40,531 words