The Scars of Life

The Scars of Life 

You are not broken.

You display the scars of life.

When you are at lowest,

The pain you feel,

Will shape the future you.

You are not broken 

You are growing

Day by day ❤️

J C Hicks copyright 17-12-22

The Great British Weather

The Great British Weather 

Brrrr it’s so cold I can’t feel my feet!

It’s like Dancing On Ice out on the street.

We’ve not had it this cold for so many months.

Well I think we may have had frost just the once.

It’s artic you know, I can’t feel my nose.

My whole body is frozen right down to my toes.

The weather man said it was going to be cold.

Apparently the wind will increase sevenfold! 

But didn’t you hear there’s rain on the way.

It’s supposed to arrive tomorrow, during the day.

Oh I don’t like the rain, it will be wet and windy. 

As the rain droplets run off my nose I feel wimpy.

I mean it’s just not like Christmas when it’s warm and wet. 

Did you place your annual white Christmas bet? 

Be nice to see the beautiful sunshine again.

Wind and rain, tut tut, it really is such a pain.

Did you hear about poor Rita? She slipped on the ice!

In some ways having it a bit warmer would be nice.

But it just doesn’t feel festive when it’s damp and wet.

Thank goodness I didn’t place that white Christmas Day bet. 😜

J C Hicks Copyright 17-12-22

A Glimmer of Hope and Light

My breath pours out 

Dancing in the cold air.

I sit, lonely and sad

In complete despair. 

I look at my breath 

As it leaves my mouth.

Hanging in the air

Ghost like floating about.

It’s so cold I can’t move

I can’t feel my fingers or toes.

The saddest thing is I’m here

All alone - and nobody knows. 

Sat in my sanctuary - my home

With windows that sparkle with ice.

You’d think it looks pretty 

But with no heat - it’s a sacrifice.

A tear falls from my eye 

And I hang my head low.

What if I die here

And nobody knows. 

My heart hurts so much

With pain I’ve not known. 

Sat in one chair it’s become

Like a poisonous throne.

I can’t afford heat

And I can’t afford food. 

I sit and wonder 

How would my life be viewed. 

When we say the word home

It conjures an image of warmth. 

Not a cold, lifeless place

Soulless and forlorn.

The silence is deafening 

The TV a blank box.

Beyond that dark screen 

An ironic paradox. 

The light slowly fades 

And I know it will get colder.

This isn’t what I dreamt of

When I envisaged getting older. 

As the darkness creeps 

across the icy cold room.

I know it’s going to get 

so much colder soon.

I clasp my hands together

And look up towards the Lord. 

Praying for the heat

That I just can’t afford. 

If tonight is my last night

On this lowly earth.

I pray that my life

At least held some worth. 

Darkness surrounds me 

And the coldness is biting.

So I draw my freezing body 

Under the blankets in hiding. 

Please let me live

Survive this bitterly cold night.

Please let tomorrow 

Bring a glimmer of hope and light. 

J C Hicks copyright © 

16.12.22

A Truly Special Day

A Truly Special Day

I’m carrying a precious load

We’ve travelled many miles.

Despite our dusty journey

I still see Joseph smile.

I know there’s something special

About to happen soon.

So I must keep plodding on

Guided by the stars and moon.

My hooves and limbs are aching

But I wouldn’t stop and rest.

I know to have this honour

I have been truly blessed.

I see Joseph look at Mary 

His eyes full of hope and love.

He wonders if theirs will be 

A story that others may write of.

Mary smiles and thanks him

For being by her side.

Joseph promised her that

They will soon be by a fireside.

They have no wealth or riches

But they ensure I am looked after.

And despite the weary journey

I can hear their gentle laughter.

I tread as gently as I can 

Because I know Mary is with child

I try my best to take it steady 

And be gentle, soft and kind.

We reach our destination 

But alas there is no room.

It seems our search for shelter 

Sadly must resume. 

I can see in Joseph’s eyes

The fear that he is feeling.

An inn keeper offers them shelter

But it’s really not appealing.

Joseph smiles and thanks him

As he shows them to the stable.

The floor is laced with straw 

And there’s a manger for a cradle.

I stand very quiet and still 

as Joseph lifts Mary down.

I sense that this unborn baby

Will be a King without a crown.

The stable is cold and draughty 

But Mary doesn’t seem to mind.

Her son is born that night

A birth that will change all mankind.

I know my part in the story

Was just a small one to play.

But I knew the load I carried

Would change the world one day.

I look on in awe and wonder 

as the baby lies asleep.

This special, precious moment 

Forever in my heart I will keep.

I may be just a lowly donkey

But I had my part to play. 

My instincts had told me 

this would be a truly special day. 

Copyright © J C Hicks

13.12.22

The Best Things In Life Are Free

The Best Things In Life Are Free 

The lights are twinkling alive and bright

It truly is a beautiful, dazzling sight. 

Christmas Trees laden with decorations and memories.

Chocolates, tinsel & baubles just some of its accessories.

A wreath hangs neatly on the front door.

As we are fast approaching the end of the year.

A year that was full of highs and also some lows.

We’ve all lost loved ones or those we held close. 

It’s a time to celebrate our Saviours birth

The time that he came down to this lowly earth. 

It is a time to reflect on the year gone by.

Give thanks for the good things as we bid 2022 goodbye. 

So while presents are piled under the tree 

Let’s not lose sight of reality.

The best things in life are always free.

So love, live and laugh with your family. 

Merry Christmas 

Copyright © J C Hicks

26.11.22 

Environmental Revolution

 Environmental Revolution 

I wonder if God is sat looking down from upstairs.

At this world he created and for which he deeply cares.

I wonder if he’s sat there with his head in his hands.

Looking at the destruction humans have brought upon the land.

I wonder if he looks on in complete despair.

As humans have acted like we just don’t care.

I wonder if he knew that our plans would destroy our planet?

Only now we realise that the environment isn’t like granite!

Weather so destructive as it’s beats it’s daily path.

Beating suns and pouring rain releasing it’s full wrath.

Humans are shouting let’s use our natural resources.

We have to stop the onslaught from these nature forces.

Let’s stop the use of plastic which is now choking our deep seas.

Stop consuming processed junk which is causing disease.

Stop fuelling all our lives from a bank of fossil fuels.

Let’s use the sun, wind and sea instead - they are our natural tools.

I wonder if God sits and looks and thinks they’ll work it out.

I wonder now if the facts are beginning to erode doubt?

I wonder if God is sad that humans can be such a destructive race.

As we beat a path to move “forward” at a never ending pace.

I wonder if God sits and knows his faith in us will win.

As we start to clean our act up - let the green revolution begin 💪🏻🌍. 

Copyright © J C Hicks  11-11-22

Spring - a lifetime away…..

Spring - a lifetime away…..

Beauty cascading all around

Bluebells flourishing deep 

in unknown woodland.

Nature evolving day by day.

The trees branches reaching upwards

Towards the sunlight, streaming and dancing

Through its branches as it pours downwards.

Branches laden with leafy glory.

The delicate pure white snowdrops 

are beginning to fade away

Each petal hiding an inner glory.

Fallen leaves now lay 

Like a mulch like brown carpet 

The goodness from the end if it’s life

Feeding the new soils deep below.

On the branches buds peep out

New leaves are unfurling 

Springing into life

A purpose to fulfil for the mighty tree 

It’s lifeline - it’s life blood

A refuge for so many.

Fresh bright sunshine shoots down

From sapphire like skies

Skies full of clouds floating like meringues

On an island of deep blue skies.

Spring - the start of new life

When those who’ve been tucked away

Venture out of their winter homes

Back into the ever changing world.

A world that houses beauty but sadness

Evil and good

Life and death.

Spring - as we look towards 

the hands of time springing back 

- back into the depths of winter.

Spring feels like a lifetime away.

A lifetime ……..

So much can happen in a lifetime.

So much to embrace through these darker days.

Autumn leaves laying crisp upon the ground

Displaying an array of stunning colours

Browns, oranges, rust, apricot, fire and spice. 

Perpetual cycles that Mother Nature serves up.

As sure as night follows day

Seasons march on.

Each season beholding it’s own unique beauty.

If you can’t see the beauty 

Stop

Look

Listen 

We are surrounded by it but are so often blind to it.

Life in all it’s glory should never be underestimated.

A thin thread separates life and death.

So whilst we live we must appreciate 

Mother Nature and all she offers.

There is no greater gift than life

Spend your time wisely

Stop and smell the roses once in a while. 

We are just a small part of a bigger picture. 

Copyright © J C Hicks

27/10/22

Life - the tapestry we weave

Life - the tapestry we weave 

As you go along your life 

A picture you will weave.

We only see the finished image 

when we are left - bereaved.

Every moment passing by 

Is a stitch into that picture. 

Every breath you take,

The image grows by just a flicker.

Every time you stop and smile

At someone in the street. 

A connection’s made, a stitch put in

For all those people that we meet. 

Lives entwined 

and yet time spent apart.

But that person 

becomes embedded in your heart.

As time passes along it’s road

We connect a little less.

But there’s still a piece of my heart 

locked away for you nevertheless

Suddenly it’s months not weeks 

That we’ve not really spoken. 

And now there’s a lifetime

That will remain unspoken.

You were never really 

Very far from my thoughts.

Even more so, as we now try 

And comprehend this pain and loss.

Your tapestry left unfinished

So many more stitches to go in.

Now your beautiful family 

continue the story herein.

A smile that lit up a room

A laugh that was infectious.

Taken from us just too soon

Memories now so precious.

Know that your were loved

By so many that you met.

Our friendship and our time together

Are things that I will never forget. 

In loving memory of a beautiful friend ❤️

Copyright © J C Hicks  27-10-22

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It’s Friday! It’s Friday!

It’s Friday! It’s Friday! 

It’s Friday! It’s Friday!

Let’s do a little dance!

It’s Friday! It’s Friday!

Let’s all stand up and prance!

It’s Friday! It’s Friday!

The Merlot is waiting.

It’s Friday! It’s Friday!

Time for hibernating.

It’s Friday! It’s Friday!

Cwtch under a blanket.

It’s Friday! It’s Friday!

Lay out a chocolate banquet! 

It’s Friday! It’s Friday!

Light the scented candles.

It’s Friday! It’s Friday!

Forget the economic shambles.

It’s Friday! It’s Friday!

Switch off that alarm.

It’s Friday! It’s Friday!

Weekend work your charm.

❤️❤️❤️ 

Happy weekend folks! 

J C Hicks copyright 

21-10-22

Ode to stalker Steve the baby seagull

Ode to stalker Steve the baby seagull 

 I’ve got a new friend - we’ve become quite close 

He just suddenly appears from out of the shadows.

I’ve nicknamed him Steve because he can’t talk

In fact, if I’m honest - all he can do is squawk.

You see Steve is a seagull but just a baby boy

He’s really docile and I think a little coy.

He’s sits and waits for me outside the shop.

He struts about and his head does a wee bob.

But despite all his looks of love and care

I’m feeling a great sense of despair

For while Steve looks quite cute and sweet

Deep down he’s a rascal preying on fresh meat.

Before too long Steve will be a master thief 

Your encounter with your pasty may be brief!

Once he’s all grown he will steal your food 

Sadly he will be one quite cunning dude.

So whilst I stop and give him a little smile

I know this friendship can only last a short while.

For before very long I will be chasing him away

So that your food on its plate will stay 😂😂😂

J C Hicks Copyright  20-10-22

The Bright Red Door

The Bright Red Door 

There’s a house in a street that looks quite nice

To many it looks like a slice of paradise.

Your own home and your own front door

Who really wants much more?

You look at that house and it seems idyllic

An image of a perfect life it appears to mimic.

Behind the door of tranquil beauty 

Are parents trying to perform their duty.

To look after their family both old and young.

Why does it feel like the government is holding a gun.

Behind the door painted a glorious bold red

A family whose days are filled with dread.

They wake up and put on a false smile 

Underneath the masquerade they hide their lifestyle.

The family that’s wrapping their whole family in love

Sat in desperate despair as there’s nothing left to get rid of. 

They’ve sold what they can and they have nothing left 

So now - what’s left - they are left miserably bereft.

What’s the problem I hear you ask?

What is it that the red door masks? 

The house that looks like yours or mine 

Is a household struggling as a result of our time.

A time where people are struggling and lost

Due to how much just ordinary living now costs.

So this family struggle but get up each day

Determine to face whatever comes their way.

But now they are facing life changing choices 

Do they realise that theirs are not lone voices?

Thousands of people doing a long, hard days toil

Yet they can’t afford food, electricity or heating oil.

And what is it that we see the politicians doing

As our country is laying damaged and in ruins.

They lie and they squabble amongst themselves 

Pointing fingers and blaming someone else.

Meanwhile people are starving and can’t heat their homes.

It seems to some of us they have hearts made of stone.

So look at that house that seems idyllic and perfect 

For them the good days gone by seem hard to recollect.

A country in turmoil with no sense of direction 

PR gurus even given up with games of distraction.

So when you walk past somebody else’s home 

Remember what’s going on inside is unknown.

We need to be kind and look out for one another 

Someone struggling is somebody’s mother, father, sister or brother. 

The crisis we face may be too much for some to bear

So it’s so important that we all show that we care. 

Tonight someone’s life may hang in the balance.

Unable to see light or a solution to the imbalance.

When the years have gone by many will sit and reflect 

Who knows what will be the long term after effect.

So many are sat behind that bright red front door.

Not knowing what on earth lies in store. 

Copyright © J C Hicks

19/10/22

The sands of time ……

The sands of time ……

We never know when our last breath will be.

We never know when we may be living our last day.

We never know when our beating heart will stop pulsing and no longer be our lifeline. 

So many people in our lives that we intend to catch up with.

“Yes we must have a coffee together soon.”

“Let’s do lunch, I will message you.”

“We must catch up.”

“Be great to see you again.”

“We will put a date in the diary”

And then, one day, out the blue they are gone.

And there’s no chance to catch up.

To laugh with them.

To reminisce with them.

Remember the good times.

The fun we had, the laughter.

Make new memories……

GONE 

Life sort of gets in the way doesn’t it.

We all do it, it’s not because we don’t care about that person. There just never seems to be enough time, enough hours in a day, week, month - and then a year has gone by.  There is always tomorrow……… right? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Until there isn’t tomorrow 😥

Life is unpredictable and sometimes that is what makes it exciting - but the unpredictable can also bring heartbreak. 

I wonder if we all lived our lives as if our sands of time were about to run out if we would all really LIVE our lives …….

Because we never know when there may not be a tomorrow. 

I thought we always had time on our side to catch up again in the future - but it turns out we didn’t. 💔

Copyright © J C Hicks  15-10-22

On borrowed time …… eat it!

On borrowed time …… eat it!

A bar of chocolate in the drawer,

Is always sitting on borrowed time.

It’s like you can almost hear it roar,

Eat me - go on - it won’t be a crime.

You sit and ignore that nagging voice,

That seems to get louder as the night goes on.

You think of your diet - yes make the right choice.

You will have dropped a dress size before long.

I mean you’ve been on this diet for a whole 6 hours

So your body is already feeling wonderfully fit.

What if you ran up and down all the stairs?

That would counter balance the calories wouldn’t it? 

I mean everyone deserves a treat every now and then

You have eaten like a church mouse most of the day.

You could always just start the whole diet thing again?

I mean let’s be honest it’s a week until you weigh.

Oh yes that poor bar of chocolate is on borrowed time

It’s sat nice and cosy and probably feeling quite lonely.

Nestled in the drawer, which is not too far from the wine.

Why don’t they make the nice things calorie free - if only! 

I will just eat the chocolate and start over tomorrow.

I’m sure I’ve probably lost a pound or two today.

Ohhh maybe I should have some juicy, red tomatoes.

Blow it - I’ll get the forbidden fruit and munch away. 

Eat the chocolate 

Light the posh candles

Use the bath bombs

Drink the wine 

Enjoy yourself 

Everything in moderation - eh 😉

Copyright © J C Hicks

20.9.22

Your final journey 1926-2022

Your final journey 1926-2022

And so it is that the sun is setting on this historical day.

A day filled with thanksgiving and we saw a nation pray.

Your coffin laid onto a large heavy gun carriage. 

Bound for Westminster Abbey, where you were married.

A carriage that once carried your father, the King.

The Abbey filled with glorious sounds as choristers sing.

The place of your coronation - the start of a 70 year reign.

The day that you passed away filled us with so much pain.

One hundred and forty two naval seamen undertook their duty.

A military procession filled with spectacular beauty.

So the nation and world could reflect on your life. 

Today was not the day for disagreements or strife.

Your coffin adorned with a crown, orb and sceptre.

You always knew that God was your great protector.

In the peace and the silence the tenor bell tolled 96 times.

One for each year of your life that bell did chime.

The sun streamed down and in through stain glass windows.

In the great architectural abbey lay no deep, dark shadows.

Upon your coffin lay a simple wreath of home flowers.

Each of the blooms having a reason for their assemblance.

Myrtle for marriage and Rosemary for remembrance.

The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended but your legend begins.

For you, our Queen have truly gained your Angel wings.

A young Prince and Princess wanted to be part of this day.

You were their shepherd, guiding them along their way.

A nation fell silent - simply united in gladness but also grief.

A comfort to so many was knowing that you had great faith.

Each corner of the abbey filled with singing and praise. 

Your relentless hard work, dedication to duty - never ceased to amaze.

In the place where you married and were given your crown.

You vowed to all your people you’d never let them down.

Throughout your long reign you led from deep within your soul.

And now it is God’s dwelling place where you now shall go.

Your faith comforted you, as death opened the door to glory.

You would have known that you were stepping into holy territory.

Nothing can separate mankind from the love of God.

Though we are sure that, sometimes, even your life was flawed.

As you left Westminster Abbey the crowds were amassed.

A ripple of applause, like waves, rose up as you passed.

The people threw flowers as a symbol of gratitude.

This sight was a wall of thanks in such magnitude.

A sea of red accompanied you down the long Mall.

A Queen who wanted so much to be seen by all.

Onwards you travelled to your great home, Windsor 

Where thousands lined the streets - hoping to see Her.

Then in the depths of St George’s chapel a son pays his respect.

Laying out the company camp colour - taking a moment to reflect.

Symbols of your reign now removed from your coffin.

Know this ma’am, your reign will never be forgotten.

All lives have a beginning and an end - alpha and omega.

So it is now we must look forward to a bright new era.

A lone piper stands and plays his final lament.

A monarch, our Queen, he was proud to represent.

So as the sound of the piper slowly faded away

It was a final farewell on this historic day.

Gun salutes were heard as the Sebastopol bell rung out.

For a mother, a queen, a leader and a Christian devout.

So now as our period of national mourning comes to end.

We give thanks for a long life that was truly a god send. 

It is now that your family and our King can grieve.

As momentary from public life they can take their leave.

A numbness and disbelief that you are actually gone.

A gracious, regal lady who was truly hands on.

Now your throne awaits you in heaven. 

Take your rightful place as to where you ascend. 

Copyright © J C Hicks

19.9.22

God Save The King

Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith, and Sovereign of the Most Noble Order of the Garter. 

Rest in peace Queen Elizabeth II

The River of Life

The River of Life 

Life is like a river 

wending its way down the steep mountain.

It’s pace often fast and turbulent,

At times nothing more than a mere trickle.

But down the mountain that rivers flows,

It seeks out its path and somehow gets through.

It dances, it shimmers and gleams in the sun.

At times its so full as the rain bounces down.

Other times it’s energy depleted and not all gets through.

The path that it follows is one that’s well tread.

So many droplets make up that great flow.

A force of nature sometimes for the good.

At other times destructive and a life changing flow.

Along its journey that water helps others to grow.

The mosses and heathers dancing along its banks.

The fishes and animals who make this their home.

Like a beating heart pulsing your life blood to all.

At some point in time that river or stream ends.

Perhaps its final hurray over a wonderful waterfall.

Or that clear sparkling water may join the great seas.

No longer alone but in a mass of great glory.

So our lives are reflected in this mighty element.

Some days are hard - others full of joy and happiness.

At times it feels lonely but we try and get through.

The end of journey - who really knows?

But I hope there’s a glorious end,

Like entering a great deep ocean, I’m joined in glory,

with the masses and those that I have loved.

Copyright © J C Hicks

19.9.22

A Corgi’s Love

A Corgi’s Love

I’m sat patiently waiting for your return.

I hear a noise, sit up and turn.

It’s not you - I lay back down.

I don’t understand why you aren’t around.

I miss our daily walk and chat.

I knew you were a mastered diplomat.

But when with me you were kind and gentle.

A lady who was truly non judgemental.

I’d noticed that your steps had slowed. 

Signs of your age had begun to show.

I didn’t care how quick we walked.

You still looked lovingly at me as you talked. 

Now I sit and begin to wonder.

What if we’ve been put asunder?

A world without you by my side. 

The thought leaves me terrified.

I’d lay my head upon your lap. 

Your arms around my body you’d wrap.

I’d look up at you through my big brown eyes.

I knew that you were old but oh so very wise. 

And now I don’t know where you are.

I fear this may be our au revoir. 

I sense you’ve gone on your next journey.

I don’t know why you left without me.

So now I sit here in the sunshine. 

Alone and lost- I begin to pine.

My lead is hanging up by the door.

Walkies with your majesty are no more.

The love between a dog and it’s owner 

Is the greatest I could ever have shown her.

Only I could keep safe her fears and thoughts.

That she’d disclosed on our long walks.

So it is that I’m now left all alone.

Our special relationship is unbeknown.

I was there for you day to day.

I’d always listen and obey.

So as you ascend onwards to heaven

I hope your people have learnt a lesson.

To live a life that’s true and honest.

As for us, we’ll meet again - I promise. 

🐶 

Copyright © J C Hicks 15-9-22

#TheQueen #Corgi #RoyalDogs #UnconditionalLove

In memory of Queen Elizabeth II 1926-2022

Lilibet 1926-2022

Lilibet 1926-2022 

Like a carpet of bluebells you radiated beauty.

Inspirational speeches and a conduct so regal.

Loved by so many across the whole globe.

Incredible woman -  married to your royal duties. 

Brave and courageous even in your darkest hours. 

Elegant, graceful, wise and always serene.

‘‘Twas an honour for us to call you our Queen.

Copyright © J C Hicks  13-9-22

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Me time - never feel guilty about it!

 

Me time - never feel guilty about it! 

Is there anything more important than self care?

 Don’t ever underestimate the need to sit and share. 

Life’s journey can beat a dark, lonely path at times.

Darkness wrapping around your body sometimes.

Desperately seeking out any tiny chink of light.

Fighting waves of feeling lost and being out of sight. 

Cold, clammy invisible hands gripping round your throat.

Afraid to talk - feeling completely out of sorts.

Everybody needs to know that there is someone there.

Some organisation, friend or stranger who can show they care.

So if you are feeling completely lost or simply overwhelmed.

If you just simply want a warm embrace or to be held.

Take that moment to stop, listen, look and breathe.

Strip away the dark thoughts, as there is hope underneath.

So take some time for the important things.

I don’t mean clothes, makeup, shoes and fancy rings.

YOU - are the most important thing in your life.

Seek out help to deal with feelings and any strife.

Know that have such amazing self worth.

You are the most important thing on this earth.

So don’t ever feel guilty for having “me” time.

Life’s an interesting mountain we all must climb. 

J C Hicks Copyright 12-9-22

#MIND #Samaritans #https://www.mentalhealth.org.uk

#NHS #Friends #Family #Strangers 

Monarch, leader, woman and mother - our Queen 1926-2022

Monarch, leader, woman and mother - our Queen 1926-2022

The day has come when your long reign is over.

There is a beautiful bridge for you to pass over. 

Where it goes nobody really knows.

Your faith assured you there are no dark shadows.

You were a woman standing strong for all.

Who will be in all our hearts forever more.

You were a true lady full of love and grace.

Unique and really impossible to replace.

You were a leader who many looked up to.

Always knowing the right thing to do.

Standing for honesty, peace and truth.

The nations mood you could always soothe.

The day has come for you to meet your maker. 

You know you’ve always been God’s caretaker.

Your faith was strong and you steered us well.

You were a devout Christian as we could tell.

The pain of grief that we now bear,

Is great but we take comfort in prayer.

Wonderful memories your people now share.

It’s easy to see just how much we all care.

The journey you make now is one of glory.

Your life unfolded into a beautiful story.

Now you will be with your precious Prince Philip.

Your soul mate to whom you lovingly looked up. 

He was by your side through thick and thin.

Once again you’re united, as a new era begins. 

You gave us all so many fond memories.

Moments that will be remembered for centuries.

A monarch who reigned for over 70 years.

Never once did you display your fears.

You guided us with your ever steady hand.

You truly loved our beautiful land.

Above all else you were a mother.

You instilled the need to love one another.

Your family will do you proud.

Charles has taken his solemn vows.

So now it’s time to say goodbye.

You are as free as a heavenly butterfly. 

So slip your hand into your beloved Philip’s.

He will keep you safe, so don’t you worry about us.

In memory of our Queen Elizabeth II 

1926-2022

Copyright © J C Hicks 10-9-22

 

Our Queen ❤️ 1926-2022

Our Queen ❤️ 1926-2022

We can’t believe you are gone

But we know we must all carry on.

You served us with respect and love

A monarch who we were truly proud of.

A life devoted to your people 

You truly were a queen for all people.

You reigned with dignity and respect 

Your reign was, simply put - perfect.

You always had a twinkle in your eye 

Your passing leaves such hue and cry

A woman full of grace and beauty 

Married to your noble duty.

Prince Philip was always by your side 

A tower of strength he did provide.

He was your soul mate and your rock 

There for you around the clock.

You were never born to be our Queen

Your reign is one we are blessed to have seen.

You stood up for all that was true and right

Guiding your people with goodness and light.

You endured to be true and honest 

Serving your people as you promised.

A life devoted to your public duty 

Your smile was radiant, a thing of beauty.

Your passing has made my heart ache 

Shedding a tear when I heard the news break.

You’ve always been in our lives,

The longest reign recorded in the archives. 

We were blessed to call you our Queen 

The like of which nobody’s ever seen.

You bridged the gaps in our society 

 Displaying a true model for propriety.

Now you’ve fallen into your last sleep.

Many shedding tears and will weep.

We can’t imagine a life without you

 It’s time for us to pay our respects to you.

We will hold you in our hearts forever 

You were quite simply our national treasure.

So now we grieve with heavy hearts 

However now our new King’s reign starts.

So rest in peace ma’am - you will be missed.

God bless you. 

The Queen, Her Royal Highness, Elizabeth, Lilibet

1926-2022

God bless the King.

Copyright © J C Hicks 9-9-22

Carew Wesley Anniversary

Carew Wesley Anniversary  

The world has been hurting the past couple of years.

So many people endured pain and loss, shedding many tears.

A pandemic that came in and stripped bare so many lives.

A virus seeping through society where so many didn’t survive 

All the places of worship had to close their doors.

As people were forced to meet only outdoors. 

No singing, no sermons, no prayers - not a sound.

So many people becoming completely housebound.

But you Lord were with us every step of the way.

Our lives changed so much in the flash of an eye. 

Loved ones passed away with no chance of goodbyes.

Comforted only by a stranger holding their hand 

Knowing they are passing into God’s own land.

Life still went on with new lives still emerging

New mums on their own with dads left home hurting.

Hero’s and heroines emerged as they carried on with their job 

Many returned home tired - and all they could do was sob

But Lord you were with us every step of the way.

Then there was a light at the end of this long painful road.

A vaccine which gave hope as the NHS reached overload. 

The scientists had developed our life saving vaccine.

A jab which could stop this vile virus Covid-19

So finally and slowly normal life has returned. 

Two years and there are so many lessons we have learned.

We must live for today and soak up the small things 

For we never know what tomorrow may bring. 

But you Lord are with us every step of the way. 

It’s easy to believe that there can be no God.

As it seems our world is fundamentally flawed.

Our hearts are breaking as we watch poor Ukrainians suffer 

Families losing children, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.

This casts huge doubt over our faith and belief.

Our minds become bogged down with torment and grief.

But we must hold our course and put our trust in you Lord.

Faith - what is it?  It is like our invisible cord.

And you Lord are with us every step of the way.

The past two years have re-aligned peoples values.

A life full of love and laughter is what we must choose.

You can’t put a value on precious memories and time.

For only the Lord knows the length of our lifetime.

So stop and take stock of what is around you.

Stop a moment longer to soak up that view. 

And stand in awe and wonder at what the Lord has created.

For it’s there in all it’s amazing glory to be fully appreciated. 

And remember- the Lord is with you every step of the way.

Copyright © J C Hicks 19-6-22

Nature’s Winter Wonderland

Nature’s Winter Wonderland 

The trees are all bare - no more leaves left to show.

It’s so cold my poor cheeks have a red healthy glow.

The fields have a sparkle as they are dusted with white.

The crisp white frost glistening in the morning sunlight. 

The dog excitedly trots along the crisp, icy grass verge. 

His paws make the grass crunch and they become submerged.

He doesn’t seem to feel the cold one little bit

Well he’s got a fur coat - that must be it!

He buries his nose deep into the grass.

The blades gently bend and make a snap like glass.

With the trees laid bare you can see all the birds.

They sit way up high - their song is their words. 

Their chirping seems louder in the cool crisp air. 

They will soon be looking for their Spring love affair!

I pull my coat tighter and snuggle into my wooly, soft scarf. 

I’ve frightened the birds they’re wondering why I’m on their turf. 

Crisp winter mornings actually feel quite cool.

Nature’s frost making the land look like jewels. 

The nights pull out slowly and the sun shines a bit more.

Meaning we can all slowly venture once again outdoors.

I can’t feel my fingers, my toes or my nose! 

A part of me would like to still be under my bedclothes.

I stand, take a breath and look all around.

The birds and Benji are the only sounds.

Mother Nature is awesome as she regenerates.

So many things lying deep in a dormant state.

But Spring is approaching and soon the leaves will appear.

So many different cycles across the full year. 

The leaves will grow and the flowers will bloom.

The daffodils, the primroses and snowdrops will boom.

They will soon be appearing in full technicolour. 

The world suddenly looking a little fuller.

So we may be in winter and it feels a bit dull.

With nothing to do but our sorrows to mull.

So pull on your big warm winter coat, scarf and gloves.

Because with the winter season there is still a lot to love. 

J C Hicks Copyright 21-1-22

That handy extra shelf ……🙈🤦🏻‍♀️😂

That handy extra shelf ……🙈🤦🏻‍♀️😂

 Isn’t it handy, don’t you think, 

your body develops an extra shelf.

I’m talking of course about my rounded tummy.

It’s here I can let my hands just rest.

It’s also quite handy for balancing chocolate bars.

And it’s a brilliant help when eating my dinner,

As I find it keeps my plate of goodies stable. 

I feel a little dismayed when I look in the mirror.

That visual reminder of why people say “muffin top”.

A finely formed rim around my waist.

Distinctively tyre shaped but soft and squidgy.

I look back at old photos when I thought I was fat

Seems quite ludicrous now my body’s rounded out.

So here I am - another new year.

No New Years resolutions for me - I can’t keep them.

But a commitment to try and improve my diet!

So wish me luck as I try and be good.

Mmmm maybe I need to stop baking biscuits and cakes! 

Do you know what though at the end of the day

Your size doesn’t matter - it’s your mind and your health! 

Money can buy the most wonderful things.

But no amount of money can buy you good health! 

So let’s all be more accepting of our bodies 

Focus on good health and just being kind! 

J C Hicks Copyright 20-10-22

In Memory of Reg 🌈❤️🥰

In Memory of Reg 🌈❤️🥰

How can you sum up a lifetime just using words?

The moment when a loved passes to the house of our Lord.

It seems like an almost impossible task.

When struck with bereavement we slip on a mask.

Reg was a man who led a long happy life.

Leaving behind Val, his wonderful wife.

It doesn’t stop there when somebody passes away

The heart wrenching pain felt many each day. 

Reginald met Valerie at a Corn Dolly Hop dance 

It was probably love at the very first glance.

The couple were married in the year 1961.

And a lifetime of making memories had truly begun.

They started their family - first a beautiful boy

Followed by another 3 boys, they were bursting with joy. 

The question arose whether to try for a girl? 

A bonny girl - she could be their final pearl.

Fears of a football team loomed in Val’s mind

Four healthy boys they decided was just fine! 

Reg worked with his brother and also his dad.

A bricklayer his trade when he was a young lad.

As time passed by he expanded his skills

Having 4 boys meant lots of big bills!

So he became a skilled tiler and really honed his craft 

His talents were endless even dabbling in woodcraft. 

The Hicks boys grew up in Kesteven Court, Carew 

And they were some of the time quite the riotous crew.

But Reg kept them in order - well as much as he could.

Generally though they were predominantly good.

An accomplished footballer and cricketer.

When on the field he was always a contributor.

His family grew and the boys all left home

All starting families of their own.

Reg and Val created a home full of love and joy.

Their front room consistently full of all sorts of toys.

The boys all married and now had their own children.

Resulting in 9 grandchildren and 6 great grandchildren.

Reg was the root of the family - the head of the house 

But by his side was his much beloved spouse.

Together they made a formidable team 

They really were living the dream. 

So with Reg’s passing came a cloud of darkness.

His missing presence bringing a feeling of starkness. 

Those who knew and loved him know how much he was adored. 

So when we look up and see that rainbow in the sky.

We will stop and remember all those days gone by. 

Rest in peace Reg - husband, father, brother, uncle, grandfather, great grandfather and friend to many. 

❤️❤️❤️

In memory of Reg ❤️

 How can you sum up a lifetime just using words?

The moment when a loved passes to the house of our Lord.

It seems like an almost impossible task.

When struck with bereavement we slip on a mask.

Reg was a man who led a long happy life.

Leaving behind Val, his wonderful wife.

It doesn’t stop there when somebody passes away

The heart wrenching pain felt many each day. 

Reginald met Valerie at a Corn Dolly Hop dance 

It was probably love at the very first glance.

The couple were married in the year 1961.

And a lifetime of making memories had truly begun.

They started their family - first a beautiful boy

Followed by another 3 boys, they were bursting with joy. 

The question arose whether to try for a girl? 

A bonny girl - she could be their final pearl.

Fears of a football team loomed in Val’s mind

Four healthy boys they decided was just fine! 

Reg worked with his brother and also his dad.

A bricklayer his trade when he was a young lad.

As time passed by he expanded his skills

Having 4 boys meant lots of big bills!

So he became a skilled tiler and really honed his craft 

His talents were endless even dabbling in woodcraft. 

The Hicks boys grew up in Kesteven Court, Carew 

And they were some of the time quite the riotous crew.

But Reg kept them in order - well as much as he could.

Generally though they were predominantly good.

An accomplished footballer and cricketer.

When on the field he was always a contributor.

His family grew and the boys all left home

All starting families of their own.

Reg and Val created a home full of love and joy.

Their front room consistently full of all sorts of toys.

The boys all married and now had their own children.

Resulting in 9 grandchildren and 6 great grandchildren.

Reg was the root of the family - the head of the house 

But by his side was his much beloved spouse.

Together they made a formidable team 

They really were living the dream. 

So with Reg’s passing came a cloud of darkness.

His missing presence bringing a feeling of starkness. 

Those who knew and loved him know how much he was adored. 

The comfort for family is that he now walks with the Lord.

So we may look and see just one set of footprints in the sand 

As the Lord reaches out and wraps us up in his arms. 

Rest in peace Reg - husband, father, brother, uncle, grandfather, great grandfather and friend to many. 

❤️❤️❤️

The Rainbow Bridge 🌈 ❤️😢

The Rainbow Bridge 🌈 ❤️😢 

It’s only a dog you will hear people say

But they’ve not been there for every birthday.

They weren’t there when they fell knee deep in the mud.

Or when you ate all my plants as they were coming into bud.

They weren’t there when you ate the cheese you shouldn’t have.

Or all the times I had pleaded with you to just please behave.

When you bounded in the sea like you were some sort of mermaid.

You would jump over those waves - never really afraid.

They weren’t there when you lay down by my side.

When I felt really poorly and I couldn’t open my eyes.

They weren’t there for all of our thousands of walks.

When you’d roll in something that had been left by a fox. 🤢

They weren’t there when you would lie loyally at my feet.

Or when you escaped and I chased you down our street.

They weren’t there when I was feeling sad, lonely and forlorn.

And you sat and licked my tears from my hand where they’d fallen.

Then I start to notice that you’ve slowed down a bit.

Maybe now you are no longer quite as fit.

You still love your walks but we don’t go so far.

You seem to prefer longer rides out in the car.

Your coat not quite so shiny and your eyes not so bright.

I tell myself your endless unconditional love I will requite.

Then I wake up one morning and see you are gone.

Your life slipped away at the break of the dawn.

My heart floods with sadness and tears fill my eyes.

I fall down beside you and weep and just cry. 

The pain that I feel is unbearably hard.

And I know that my heart will be forever scarred.

So goodbye my loyal friend until we meet again.

And I hope over time I will feel a lot less pain. 

You were my best friend and I will miss you each day.

The doggy rainbow bridge is beckoning you to come and stay.

To all my doggy friends who know the pain of saying goodbye to your four legged friend when they make their final journey over the rainbow bridge. ❤️

Copyright © J C Hicks

15-1-22