100 Years…

A sea of poppies, crimson red
In memory of our heroic dead
Each one a name we can’t forget
We are forever in their debt
Now their bones lie in peace
Forever soldiers but now at ease
The ultimate sacrifice that they made
In their memory poppies are laid
One hundred years have gone by
But we today must remember why
Lives were lost, worlds torn apart
Their memory must live on in our hearts

Remember Me…

Remember me when you walk in the trees
When the flowers are graced by honey bees
When the waves rush to the shore
My love is there, forevermore
When the moon is shining down
Think of the times I was around
Take comfort in the stars that shine
Remember me and the good times
As you climb sleepily into bed
And dreams begin to fill your head
Think of me as you fall asleep
Those memories are yours to keep
When you wake and the birds are singing
Imagine it’s my love they’re bringing
Live with the hope it’s not forever
One day we will be back together

For John 💙 I miss you xxx

©Brenda Stephens 2014

Where Death Lives

A row of tiny houses
A row of open doors
No one living anywhere
Just bones upon the floor
Bones that have lain there
For many lonely years
In a place where death lives
And plays upon your fears
An abandoned little chapel
Another open door
There’s no sense in praying
For the bones upon the floor
Sadness lingers in the air
Loneliness seeps into your bones
This island is a haunted place
That’s better left alone

Wicked Game

We walked for miles
Me and you
We had a bond
Pure and true
We laughed together
About the daftest things
We spoke for hours
About what life brings
You were there
When others didn’t bother
You were honestly
Like a mother
I miss you lots
Every single day
There’s lots of things
I’d like to say
I miss the laughter
I miss your voice
This bitterness
Is not my choice
It’s just another
Wicked game
That we are pawns in
And not to blame

I Can’t…

I can’t say hello to you
I can’t reach out my hand
I can’t find words for how I feel
Because I just can’t understand
I can’t seem to make things better
I can’t make it go away
I can’t wait until it’s ok
It can’t stay forever this way
I can’t bear the silence
I can’t bear that we’re apart
I can’t understand her motives
Or why she’d break my heart
But one day I will see you
One day the pain will ease
But until that day comes
Don’t forget me, please…x

SnailMail…🐌

Pick up a piece of paper
An envelope and pen
Write a few lines of lovely words
And send it to a friend
Tell them little details
Tell them happy things
Tell them the things that make your world
And the little joys life brings
A letter is a special gift
Handwritten with love and care
Take the time to send one
It’s a special thing to share

Those Beachy Days

Tiny footprints on the sand
Lots of seashells in her hands
She runs down towards the waves
Past the rock pools and the caves
The beach is where she loves to play
In winter winds or summer days
In her pockets her seashell treasure
The little joys that bring her pleasure

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Photo ©Brenda Stephens
Par Sands Beach, Cornwall, UK.

A Trail Of Footprints…

Can you see the footprints
The trail I left behind
I might be kept away for now
But I’m not that hard to find
Wait until the stars shine
And the sun has slipped away
Listen in your dreams for my voice
And what it has to say
My voice it will whisper
Right into your ear
You maybe will not see me
But I promise I am here
I linger in that little place
Just before dreams start
And I hold you very close to me
Right there in my heart
If you find a trail of footprints
One night in your dreams
Follow them, they are mine
It’s not all what it seems
I’ll always be there waiting
I know there will be some day
And when you can come there are footprints
To help you find the way