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General poetic ramblings of inspiration or poignancy

Sisterhood

19 Sunday Apr 2020

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Hands

22 Sunday Mar 2020

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As so much emphasis is being placed on staying safe by frequent and thorough hand washing, I thought I’d share this poem acknowledging how important they are to us.
Stay safe people, and keep up the hand washing.

Hands

 

Hands that unpick stitches

Hands that hit or hurt

Hands that cradle babies

Hands that shovel dirt

 

Hands of holy worship

Hands that take a life

Hands that make a masterpiece

Or paint one with a knife

 

Hands that create harmony

Hands that cook a meal

Hands that speak a language

Or read on as they feel

 

Hands that work the fields

Hands that heal wounds

Hands that pluck upon a string

Or conduct symphonic sound

 

Hands that hold a champagne glass

Hands that serve up trifle

Hands that hold a sweetheart’s hand

Or hands that hold a rifle

 

Hands that tuck a child in

Hands that make mud pies

Hands that bear a coffin

Or mop sad tears from eyes

 

Hands that hold a pencil

Hands that turn a page

Hands that write down poetry

Or create a play on stage

 

Hands can do so many things

They serve our whole life through

For good or bad, with joy or sad

The choice is up to you.

 

© Hands August 2015

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

First Published in – Counting Magpies (Limited Edition) 2015

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Surprise Sandwiches

19 Thursday Mar 2020

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Surprise Sandwiches

 

One of brown sauce, one of red

One of Bovril, jam, or spread

One of lard with salt and pepper

Cheese and pickle tastes much better

Condensed milk is such a treat

Sugar soldiers can’t be beat

 

Take your pick and do not peek

Surprise sarnies Granddad’s treat!

 

 

 

© Surprise Sandwiches 19.03.2020

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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I am doing it for you

14 Saturday Sep 2019

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I will be taking part in Brave the Shave for Macmillan on 21st September. I have lost a lot of beautiful people in my family to cancer. The pictures below show some of those no longer with us. I miss them all very dearly.

I am so delighted to have raised £195, and there is still a week to go! Big, big thank you’s to all who have donated!

You can donate by clicking on either picture to take you to the Macmillan charity page, or you can contact me directly and either pay by paypal, bacs, or in person!

Alex 🙂 xxxx

I Am Doing This For You

 

I remember you…

Your tiny frame full of fearlessness,

teaching the universe,

the ways of the warrior.

 

We met in the church choir;

I was eight and you were six.

I am white and you were black,

already born to fight life’s prejudice.

 

Even then I was frightened;

cancer had claimed so many,

but they were old,

and you were six.

 

Do you remember the wedding?

Suited and booted, in cassock and gown,

you lifted your wig,

and the horror it caused.

 

I was only eight,

but I prayed for days and nights,

that God would give me your cancer,

and let you live…

He never did.

 

I heard your story, at the end,

it hurt for you to be held,

your mummy and daddy wept

whilst you comforted them.

 

You asked them not to cry,

and you said you’d be alright.

You never came back to choir.

Not long after, you died.

 

It was at this very time,

I stopped believing in God,

he never answered my prayer,

your prayer, or theirs.

 

I still remember you…

your tiny frame full of fearlessness,

and how we giggled as girls,

when you doffed your wig to the world.

 

© I am doing this for you 16.06.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

 

I Am Doing This For You II

 

I am doing this for you,

and for those who never made it,

those who fell by the wayside,

and those who simply gave up.

I am doing this for you,

so I can hold your hand

and be a bigger vessel,

to hold the pain and tears.

I am doing this for you,

to be the one gone forth,

because by doing it for you,

I am doing it for myself too.

 

 

© I am doing this for you II 09.04.2015

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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