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Another Year Older

25 Thursday Oct 2018

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I came home from work to find this gargantuan balloon! I’ve never had a birthday balloon before, this has made me smile 😀 I’ve also had a fab present of a new techy gadget, hopefully this will help me keep this blog updated on a more regular basis!!!

Hip Hip Hooray!

25 Thursday Oct 2012

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Candles spell out the traditional English birt...

 

 

 

It’s my birthday today,

and I’m in a good mood.

I’m out for the day,

for some wine and good food.

 

I still feel quite young,

though my mirror would scoff;

I feel twenty three,

erm… excuse me – don’t laugh!

 

I’ve got a few pressies,

I’ll be staying up late,

I’m hoping there’ll be,

Champagne and a cake.

 

We might skip the candles,

as there’d be quite a few,

I don’t fancy a lift,

from the local fire crew!

 

I hope you’ve enjoyed,

my celebratory poem,

it’s just a cunning way,

to get my birthday known!

 

You can send me good wishes,

for my special day,

but please – no bumps….

or we’ll be here all day!!

 

© Hip Hip Hooray 25.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Candles spell out the traditional English birthday greeting (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I Think of You

25 Saturday Aug 2012

Posted by in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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the stockings were hung by the...tv stand

 

 

 

 

 

I see an old lady,

and I think of you –

enjoying her garden,

as so should you

 

Tinsel and fairy lights,

I really miss you;

coloured stockings hang,

each a memory from you.

 

Then comes the summer,

and I mourn for you,

for all the lost days,

and the things we can’t do.

 

When I hear a joke,

I want to tell you,

to laugh like two schoolgirls,

‘til tears wet cheeks through.

 

Each birthday ticks by,

I wait for your card,

I know it won’t come,

but it still hits me hard.

 

When I see an old lady,

it seems so unfair,

‘cause you’ll never grow old,

no stick, no grey hair.

 

When I see an old lady,

with daughter at side,

I think to myself,

That should be I…

 

© I Think of You 25/08/2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

the stockings were hung by the…tv stand (Photo credit: LizMarie_AK)