A Power Within

Category: Friends

This Special Time.

The late afternoon air was sweet,
delicious aromas of lavish scent
and expensive cologne filled the air,
the deliciousness of mouth watering food
filled this beautiful space
reaching my nose!
You know this coming together
of careful preparation, of thought
and special management.

This party was perfect and
I know about parties
the right ingredients that go together
to make it so, wonderful music and
a beautiful space,
this was certainly that!
All the tiny touches that create
the ambiance that pleases the eyes
even old ones, like mine…

Making no excuses I like beautiful things,
people, interesting and well mannered,
houses, homes stunningly created with
love and care.
Visually appealing always charms my soul,
It has always been this way
even when money was a little less available
beautiful scenes gave me immense joy.
All this was there…

A stunning home, beautiful gardens,
green and lush, dripping yellow roses
the scent of which caught your nose
and most of all beautiful people, laughing,
chatting in groups, catching up on years missed.
Oh the joy of talking to lovely souls! Seeing
the handsome faces with bright sparkling
joyful eyes, beautiful faces, pretty dresses
much laughter and special times…

Memorable moments are made from
these special occasions,
hard work and thoughtfulness that
bring together family and friends
who love to be together and will travel
across the world to make it so,
dear family that bring us closer…
My eyes are much older now, but my heart
brims with love to see them all.

Thank you everyone who made this possible
that made this such a special time…

©Susie Hemingway. August 2024.

A Passing of Time.

A passing of time… today I gave up my beautiful car and driving!!! Such a huge change after being on the road for almost 60 years!!!! All those years, all those miles. All those wonderful places…

I loved driving and always thought I was rather good at it, having completed all those years without even a bump! I supposed I must have been.

Driving at times with great stress placed upon me. A child needing to reach the hospital quickly, a husband unconscious in the passenger seat!! Chasing a coach to the next stop, when my dear Dad had made a mistake on times when going on holiday with a friend – we made it.  Just  a few of the memories of brake-neck speed. I am proud that i was always very alert, with that quick clear thinking that is SO needed when on the roads or the odd desert track…

I have loved every single minute of it, with the music playing and a youngster in the back learning the words to some great songs and singing along with me. The delights of those days. Oh that passing of time…

I still have a few years on my licence with no medical recommendations, although I have not driven at night for sometime, but feel the time to retire from driving is now. I want to end with a good record and never be a danger to others.

I now have two very good apps for taxis on my phone, a good free bus service into Lincoln and elsewhere but oh! for the early days of speeding down the the M40 into London and the trek of the A1 and traversing the odd roundabout in Cairo and of course the then desert roads of Dubai to AlAin, Abu Dhabi and further afield. Someone kept me safe during those times?? I did love speed!!! Only being booked twice!

Some very hairy times driving through the desert in fierce storms (remember Jenny) only those that have done it will know how difficult it can be, especially in the early days, missing the free roaming camels was a skill. 

I will miss the wind in my hair, the open road of youth and the smell of a new car but most of all I will miss driving, you were my friend…

 

We Don’t See – Old Friends.

 

We don’t see the lines on faces and eyes
on hands that are swollen and veiny to die,
we don’t see the marks between bruising skin
we only see the heart that lies within…

 

We don’t see the faded eyes or the creases
of age
round thinner lips all we see are those days,
the echos of past as we engage
in the memories words bring,
now all we see are the tales of fun
of faded impressions in photos when young…

 

When vibrant, eager and easy to know,
we were brilliant, dazzling,
scintillating, so ready to go
at just a moments notice,
wearing only our smiles
in shorts and flip-flops we
travelled the miles.

 

Now we only see those days we wish to recall,
of jaunty hearts, crystal minds
when we were young…
Inventive, creative, accomplished and yes phenomenal!
Our extraordinary minds propel us onwards,
our delicious memories sustain us…

 

So we don’t see the lines etched or the tired eyes,
on faces of friends and lovers who bide,
we see only the heart and the spirit inside
so deep is that joyful echo of life
of an echo…of this echo…
it’s all we see…

 

Susie Hemingway 2019

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