‘Letter to the NHS’
Some people slate you and that’s their view
But me, I’ve got nothing but praise for you.
Your compassion, your patience, your hard graft with no breaks,
You feel pressure from everywhere, a special person that takes.
The National Health Service is made up of lots of them,
The passionate people making up the stem.
They’re what keeps the flower from falling down,
From going limp and wilting with a smile, not a frown.
The NHS has helped my family so very much,
They saved my life with a golden touch,
Our little girl’s too. We wouldn’t be here
Without the care they give year on year.
Nurses, doctors, all the other staff too,
A big pat on the back for all that you do.
I’m the first to defend you when someone has a ‘go’,
This poem’s for you – thought you’d like to know.
By Carol Cameleon 2015
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What am I writing? A little poem this week…
When you set yourself a challenge,
What goes through your mind?
If you take a look inside mine,
There’s lots that you will find.
Can I really push myself
With all there is to do?
How on earth will I do it?
Truth is, I have no clue!
But I can’t resist a challenge,
The carrot dangles to and fro.
Temptation draws me in,
Am I ready? Get set… go!
But wait, no I’m not ready,
Doubts are lurking, “Go away!”
I push them firmly to one side
And that’s where they will stay!
By Carol Cameleon, 2015
With April behind me, I’m very pleased with myself. Why? Because I blogged every day for the #AtoZChallenge.
I did it last year too and I found that the whole experience seemed much more ‘slick’ this time around.
Posts were scheduled, blogs were read, commented on and shared. And that was all during the 2 week Easter break with our daughter. I made myself a pact that I would not do anything blog-related (or indeed social media-related) while she was awake. Apart from a few photos which I would have taken anyway. I kept to my little pact.
You should see the state of our house though… 😉
The Glass and the Pearls
Penny teased the key out of the glass. Perhaps it wasn’t the best place to keep a key – any burglar would probably look there first. But still, it seemed like the ‘right’ place to her.
She unlocked her jewellery box and rang her fingers over the sumptuous purple velvet lining, then carefully retrieved her string of pearls like they were a piece of beautiful bone china.
She knew she shouldn’t save wearing her pearls for special occasions but she still did. And so, the pledge was made right there and then. She would wear them more often. No, she would wear them every day. Every single day.
This was not a special occasion in the traditional sense but she knew she still had to wear her pearls.
The chime of the doorbell pulled her thoughts back to the now. This was it. Head up. Deep, deep breath. Yes, she looked together. She looked much, much better than she felt. She must now answer the door to her friend and hold herself together for the funeral of her dear old work colleague who was also her dear late husband.
Yes, she was a widow now and she would wear these pearls that her late husband had given her every day. She would put them back in her jewellery box, lock it up and put the key back in the ‘Happy Retirement’ engraved glass every day. For this was the glass chosen by her dear husband and she would look at the glass daily. Such bitter-sweet memories of the glass and the pearls.
First published on this blog a year ago as part of a game where the theme was ‘glass’. I felt the need to give it another airing 🙂
‘My Amazing Mum’ ~ a poem for Mothers Day
This was written as a competition entry to win my lovely Mum a bouquet of flowers for Mother’s Day. So winner or not, this is a virtual bunch of flowers!
Since the term came into being, I’ve been intrigued by Stay At Home Mums (SAHMs) in the sense of ‘how do they do it?’ But I’ve been even more intrigued by Stay At Home Dads (SAHDs). With various stigmas, taboos and ‘odd looks’, how on earth do SAHDs do it?
How do they do the whole house husband, SAHD ‘thing’?
‘A Modern Father (…and Dad blogger)’ gives a fascinating insight into the world of John Adams, his wife and 2 young daughters. In his book, he talks us through his experience of a maternity ward from a Dad’s point of view (the good, the bad and frank), he shares humourous accounts of times with his daughters – one being a visit to the dentist that had me chuckling away in acknowledgement (to a degree), the milestone of starting school and with it the baptism of being a dad at the school gate. Also included are very personal insights into the sacrifices his wife makes, along with the judgement people make of her going to work.
The section that really stands out for me is ‘Sex and the Stay at Home Dad’. The similarities between a SAHD and SAHM struck me. In fact the similarities to parenting in general. Meaning that when Adams scratches his head at the suggestion that SAHDs are more likely to play away (given the amount of women they comparatively encounter due to circumstance), he does so by concluding that he couldn’t possibly fit any ‘extra curricular’ activities into his day. That is a statement that had me nodding my head in agreement (not that I have considered playing away I might add!) Working in the traditional sense or keeping on top of housework and general family life leaves little or no time for bed hopping… That is why this book is universal in the world of parenting and beyond.
Adams refers to several blog posts in his book and this may deter many of his blog followers from reading this. I would encourage them to have a read all the same, on the basis that this is written in a very easy-to-read style, as his blog, and the sections compliment each other to give a balanced insight into his world.
You can tweet the author John Adams @dadbloguk and visit his blog at dadbloguk.com
Note: This book was provided to me free of charge but all words and opinions are my own. Co-published by John Adams and CronxBooks. This post contains affiliate links.
Picture credit: Ania Wilk-Lawton of Photography for Parents.
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My blog is like a doorway…
A warm welcome to my blog, you will see it’s like a house.
Come over the threshold, turn the handle, the proverbial ‘mouse’.
In the hallway it’s fresh and light, it’s the decor, it’s the ‘theme’.
It’s personal choice, it reflects your blog, it’s the first thing to be seen.
My visitors are my ‘followers’, they come by every day.
A refreshing drink and a chat, it’s great to hear what they say.
Into the kitchen, kettle on, time for coffee and cake.
I love to hear their thoughts and banter, with the ‘comments’ that they make.
Into the lounge, take a seat, make yourself at home.
Escuse me a minute, look around while I answer the phone.
Someone’s got lost, their sat nav’s broken, they don’t know where to go,
When you’re trying to find my blog, you rely on good ‘SEO’.
Back again. What to do when the comments halt or stall?
You can get fresh air from a proverbial ‘window’ when you hit a blog ‘brick wall’.
Up the stairs, one by one, this is your ranking goal,
A comfort break to the bathroom and of course the ‘blog roll’!
So, is your ‘house’ on a busy road or is it a dead end?
Good content’s vital for your blog, remember this my friend.
Just like a house, a blog’s good structure really is the ‘key’,
Come in, through my ‘doorway’, you’re always welcome, come and visit me!
By Carol Cameleon
I published this poem months ago on this very same blog but aside from being snowed under with my current writing project, I have been musing on how far my blog has come. With that in mind, I wanted to give this another airing 🙂
Look what we’ve got…
We’re all entitled to our wallowing time
Our “what if” moments, waiting for a sign.
But when we’re done, all our tears subsided,
It’s time to be positive and open-minded.
Then we should focus, be grateful… for what?
That we’re here, in the ‘now’; look what we’ve got…
Each other, united, come together as one,
There’s a long way to go but for now we have won.
By Carol Cameleon
A SPECTATOR’S VIEW part 1
John put his briefcase down, lit a cigarette and pulled out his mobile phone. It was time to seal a deal before the train came. He had dealt with George before so there would be no need for formalities. Taking a sip of the tasteless takeaway tea, he tapped on his phone to speed dial his client on hands-free.
“George. John Barnes here. Morning to you. Have you had any other quotes for the refurbishment yet?”
“Ah John, morning. Well yes, as it happens I have had a very competitive quote from a newly established company,” George replied. “All the employees have reputable backgrounds themselves and I have to say that I am very keen to speak to them again.” George knew that John would not like his answer.
“I see. That’s all well and good George,” came the reply, “but perhaps you should ask yourself if you can trust a new company with no proven track record. By that I mean can you risk spending thousands of pounds of your company’s profit on a refurbished office that will need maintenance work sooner rather than later?” John asked his client with a feeling of self-assurance.
George was not in the mood for John’s manipulation this morning. He had a train to catch and was ready to sit down and read his newspaper before switching his laptop on. To this end he decided to play it cool with John.
“Perhaps you should ask yourself if a new company manned by people with a vast knowledge and experience should be any less worthy of this contract than your lot who have been in the business for years and tend to have blinkers on?”
John could tell this was not going to be an easy deal to clinch. As he came back with his reply, George saw him standing at the end of the platform, all hunched over in the cold.
“I understand what you’re saying George”, John stressed, rubbing his eyes with a clenched fist.
“But do you really John?” George asked, interrupting calmly and firmly. “Can you honestly say that you think your deal would beat any other company’s worth its salt?”
John tensed up and rubbed his nose and said, “The quote I have given you is reflective of the materials and tools to be used.”
“Liar”, thought George, “I bet you couldn’t look me in the eye and say that.”
With a pregnant pause John continued…
As I bring to the fore all the reasons to smile,
I see the good life, no reason to wallow,
Well, why would I wallow, why would I moan?
Reasons to be grateful, I’m not alone,
I don’t need a reason like Valentine’s Day
To feel the love around me each day,
Am I lucky? Maybe. But some say you create
Your own happiness, and when you find your soul mate,
You just know deep in your heart,
Deep in your soul,
As long as they’re with me,
I know I’ll be ‘whole’.
By Carol Cameleon