Your Invisible Cape

Your Invisible Cape

I wear an invisible cape 

Most of us do.

Some know they have it 

And it’s been their life glue.

My cape doesn’t mean 

that I’m a super hero.

It can take me at top speed 

But then drop down to zero.

It’s a sad state of affairs 

That not all capes are equal

And our early roots 

Can determine our sequel.

Society can also dictate

The shape and fit of our cape.

Forcing many to wear capes

That don’t fit their shape.

Some people are lucky 

And get a cape and passion.

Some capes are heavy

And cannot be unfastened.

The design of your cape

Is set early on

But it doesn’t have to be

The one that you don.

I can see you looking 

On most perplexed.

I can see that I’ve not

Shared my pretext.

This invisible cape I refer to 

Is your education.

But don’t think it’s just

From birth to graduation.

Each day we start anew 

New day and new dawn

Opportunities for learning 

To keep us moving on.

So never think 

It’s just too late for me. 

Remember education is vital

 and can help turn that key. 

J C Hicks Copyright 3-1-23

Ups and Downs

Today someone will take their last breath

Today someone will take their first breath

Today is the last day of the year

Tomorrow we start a new year

It will be a year with heartache and pain

It will be a year with happiness and joy

It will be a year with tears and sadness

It will be a year with laughter and joy

Life has ups and downs - the road is always unknown 

All we can hope is the ups outweigh the downs

The downs can help us reflect and appreciate the ups 

So I hope 2024 is kind to you 

And you can find the strength to get through the hard times

If you have one New Year’s resolution 

Keep it simple 

Be kind to yourself ❤️

Joanne C Hicks 31/12/23 copyright ©️ 

A growing derrière! 🙈

 A growing derrière

I’m starting to feel like a certain vicar we all know

Who had to eat several Christmas dinners all in a row

I’ve finished off the turkey and the stuffing is nearly gone

But the food mountain just seems to go on and on

The pate isn’t even opened and it’s use by date is nigh 

I think I can fit it in over the weekend if I really try 

The cheese has made a mini mountain upon my fridge shelf

I’m wondering if I should have sent some to Santa via his elf

The Quality Street seems to have a never ending bottom 

I’ve got Prosecco, gin, brandy and even hot and spicy rum 

I’m doing my best to get through it but failing pretty fast

The problem is that my derrière is becoming pretty vast 

So I’ve set myself a deadline to get through this festive feast

So the diet starts in January before I become more obese! 

Joanne C Hicks 28/12/24 copyright ©️ 

Presence not presents

The wrapping paper is in the bin

Santa Claus and his elves have been 

You may not have got all that you wished for 

We always seem to be wanting more

The fridge is full of turkey leftovers

Dads sporting new socks and pullovers

Mums are happy but exhausted 

Were they appropriately supported?

The lounge is strewn with toys and gifts

With washing up being done in shifts

It comes around just once a year 

Soon the decorations will disappear

I hope it was a day of joy

For every girl and boy

But time is the most precious gift of all 

Making memories we will one day recall 

So don’t fret if yours was a simple day

You must do Christmas your own way

It’s not about the food and presents 

It’s all about your unique presence 

Joanne C Hicks 26/12/23 copyright ©️ 

Pre-Christmas life

 I’m doing my bit for Christmas 

By eating all the pies

But now I’ve noticed 

My belly’s grown by miles 😱

I guess I will have to stop

Before my tum explodes

Aw well may as well wait til next year 

I will never be trim and toned 😂🙈

Joanne C Hicks 20-12-23  ©️

The Christmas Robin

 The Christmas Robin 

I was there, I was the the first to see

The start of a story of greatness and glory

I saw Mary shed a joyful tear

And watched as Joseph always stayed near

I saw the wondrous star shining bright 

It truly was a glorious leading light

I watched them lay the baby down to sleep

He didn’t stir and nor did he let out a peep

I knew I had to fly and tell one and all 

The whole of mankind must hear my call

I puff out my bright red breast

I really have no time to rest

I sit and take in the sight before me

Just a Christmas Robin sitting in his tree

But I was there

I was the first to see 

Joanne C Hicks copyright ©️ 14/12/23