Benji and Lucy Lou are off on a trip ….🥳

Benji and Lucy Lou are off on a trip 

She’s taking us in the car

I wonder if we are going far?

I am so excited I can’t keep quiet 

Come on let’s start a riot! 

She’s put us in the back together.

Oh I do hope this is a trip for pleasure.

Let’s sing a song, loud and sharp

Intertwined with a few loud barks. 

I think we may be heading to the beach.

Let’s use this time to plan our siege.

There’s bound to be other dogs there.

Man maybe there will be dogs everywhere!

I’m buzzing I can’t stop whining.

Hey we can even go off rock climbing.

We can dip our paws into the rock pools.

Do zoomies like a couple of fools.

Oh hang on a minute - what’s this.

She’s turned off and telling us to sit. 

This road does look a bit familiar.

Somethings a foot - this is peculiar.

Oh no I really don’t like this.

I’m changing my whining to a higher pitch.

She’s taking us to that horrible place.

I’m desperately doing a memory retrace.

Yes it is the place - the place that I hate. 

Oh man I hope this visit is for you mate.

Last time I was here he stuck his finger up my bottom.

He also rather rudely said my breath was rotten! 

I’m sat in the back simpering and shaking.

Well to be honest I’m actually quaking. 

Here she comes to get me out

Ready Lucy Lou - do your pout.

I dig my heels in and put my head down.

I will do my best to give her the run around.

It’s no good she’s dragged me in.

I’m sitting here completely on pins.

The man comes out and looks around.

Well this is it - the final countdown. 

What delights will it be today.

Prodded and poked much to my dismay.

The man steps forward and I cower down.

I need to escape so I look all around.

The man shouts out  “Lucy Lou”.

Ha ha - I turn - that’s you! That’s you!

Your face has dropped, your ears are down.

But me whoop whoop I’m dancing round.

The man turns to walk away 

He stops and has one more thing to say …..

Bring Benji through as well …….

What me? I don’t even feel unwell!

It’s no good resisting she’s dragging me through.

Oh heck - I think I may need the loo! 

J C Hicks ©️ copyright 24-1-23

Child’s Play

Child’s Play 

Everything’s is new and needs exploring.

No minute is dull and no day is boring.

Every surface feels suspiciously strange.

But not everything is yet in my range.

What’s over here? I am very curious.

Whatever it is, it looks rather glorious.

Oh but here we go I’m being pulled up.

Mum has come along and my games up.

As hard as I try I never quite get there.

Mum is always there telling me to beware.

But everything looks so exciting and tempting 

I don’t understand why she’s trying to protect me.

As I toddle around I seek out new items.

But wherever I trundle my mums always frightened.

As soon as I pick up that object to lick 

She’s taken it off me - darn that woman is slick.

We went out with the dogs for a little walk.

How did I know you are not meant to eat leafstalks?

We went to this place called a beach.

I was soon just out of my mum's reach.

I look at the substance beneath my feet

Wow that looks pretty, good enough to eat.

I grab at a handful of those tiny grains 

In my mouth I pop it mmm it sure is strange.

It’s gritty, hard and crunchy as well. 

I’m thinking I will also lick my seashell.

I bring the shell up towards my mouth 

Before I know it mum has pulled it out.

She’s shouting again, sometimes she’s no fun.

I think this could be my cue to just run! 

At home mum has things she calls candles.

I like to chew them but she thinks that’s a scandal!

She’s up out her chair and like that, it’s gone 

Here she goes, she’s going to ramble on.

I mustn’t eat that they don’t taste nice 

She’s pleading with me to follow her advice.

Her advice is so boring as I mustn’t touch this,

She goes on and on and then she wants a kiss! 

I really don’t get it, this woman filled with love.

As she’s tutting and moving candles way up above.

I don’t understand why she’s spoiling my fun. 

I think I may win this game in the long run.

I sit and stare at the array of toys.

They are colourful and lots make a noise. 

I glance round the room so much to explore.

That’s without what lies beyond that door. 

I will just post my toys through that slot I can see.

Oh man here’s my mum and once again she disagrees. 

Apparently toys must go away in “the box”.

My cars, the trains, the teddy’s and blocks.

I’m not to put them under the settee.

And apparently the toilet doesn’t “set them free”.

So many rules I just don’t understand.

Sometimes I just scream and lie on the ground. 

But my mum smooths my hair and kisses my head.

She gently tells me the days done and it’s time for bed.

I am rather tired, it’s hard work being an explorer.

Maybe tomorrow it will all seem much clearer. 

I do seem to learn a little bit more each day.

Wow it’s really hard work this child’s play! 

J C Hicks copyright ©️ 22-1-23

The Deep Grip of Grief

The Deep Grip of Grief 

Grief you swarm in suffocating every emotion.

Like a dark substance you silently creep everywhere.

Seeping through every part of my mind and body.

Clouding everything- removing all feelings.

Leaving me numb.

Pain crawling up from the pit of my stomach.

Your grip around my throat is so tight.

 I cannot speak.

I cannot breathe.

I cannot think.

You swept in like someone in a rage.

Turning everything in my life upside down.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

Everything seems pointless.

A deep fog swirling around my mind.

I can’t see.

I can’t hear.

I can’t feel.

Life changed forever.

I sit alone in the darkness.

I don’t want other people's comfort.

Other people's kind words.

Other people's warm embrace.

Other people want to hug my pain away.

It feels like there is no point in continuing.

Without you.

My rock.

My anchor.

Day’s feel endless.

Like there’s no beginning or end.

I feel as if my feet are in concrete blocks.

Every step is an effort.

Every word forced out of my mouth.

My mouth that was once filled with laughter.

I wake up.

Another day ahead of me.

I look towards the window.

I stare at the light forcing its way through the tiniest gap.

I think if that light can find a way to shine through that tiny gap, surely I can find the strength to live my life.

I look at the shard of light, falling onto the carpet.

I track its root - amazed how far that small beam reaches.

I wonder if my life has been as wide reaching.

I look at the sunlight shining in and notice how when it bounces off other objects it changes.

Beautiful lilacs, pinks, yellow, gold and green 

It’s fascinating that one chink can touch so much.

In that moment I realise that I still have so much to offer.

So many other lives that I can help.

I can shine my light into their world.

In their darkness I can help be their light.

I smile - I sense you are nearby.

I sense you are telling me “you can do this”

I sense that I still have a purpose.

This is a new chapter in my life. 

As I start to heal I feel the dark grip of grief lessen its hold on me.

I know that the grief will never leave me - it’s part of me - some days it may be all of me but other days I will be that chink of light and spread my rainbow of hope to others. 

J C Hicks copyright ©️ 19/1/23

How far is it between earth and heaven?

 How Far is it between earth and heaven? 

It’s a long way between heaven and earth

You look up at the sky - I look back to your birth.

Above lies sky, clouds, stars, planets and moons.

Some places only seen by a meteorological balloon.

Yes we can stand and admire heavens night show.

As the stars and planets emerge and gently glow.

But what if the journey from earth to heaven 

Is actually living and our daily life lessons.

It starts with your birth - the day you were born 

Right until the moment from where there is no return. 

Your life may long or it may be short 

Lived alone or with lots of support.

So what is the journey from earth to heaven?

That is the lifelong unanswered question. 

Most of us live every day in a mundane fashion 

Some live life fast paced which oozes passion.

We constantly look to others for approval.

Other peoples opinions seem to be crucial.

We can’t seem to live life in our own lane.

Accepting the joys along with the pain.

Each day that breaks is another one of our journey 

Some days idyllic whilst some feel quite stormy.

But whatever the bumps in that lifelong road

We must keep on learning as our life unfolds.

So when we reach our life journeys end 

And to our final resting place we do wend

Reflect on the path your life journey took you.

All that your mind, soul and body went through.

This marks the distance between earth and heaven 

Your life should have felt like a special procession 

So as you sit and reflect on your life today 

Just remember live life to the fullest, come what may.

J C Hicks copyright ©️ 18/1/2023

 

Festive Food For Thought

 

Festive Food For Thought

A child’s face is innocent and pure

Looking up at the Christmas tree in awe.

It’s a whole world of beauty, sparkle and glitter

Their mouths wide open as their eyes flutter.

The lights are so bright and glow so divine

A memory that’s precious - a snapshot in time.

The child just sees beauty and dancing lights 

The tree brings joy brightening the dark nights. 

All that child wants is to feel safe and secure 

They don’t want a world that’s scary and unsure.

So when God sent down to earth his only son 

He knew that there was much work to be done.

He advocates a world full of kindness and love

But evil and ill doing is not so easy to get rid of.

So maybe we adults should sit and reflect 

How can we create a world based on respect

The child who looks at the Christmas tree

Maybe they help hold the future’s key.

They make no judgement on whether the tree is too crass 

They don’t slot people into some sort of class.

They just look at the world through innocent eyes

Enjoy every moment, well maybe not mince pies!

The tree can be big, small, simple or elaborate 

The child still looks on and sees the value in it.

So this Christmas enjoy every moment 

Sit back and look for atonement 

Don’t judge others whose journey is unknown 

And let’s not forget all those who are alone.

J C Hicks Copyright 14-12-22

 

 

You’ve Got This

You’ve Got This 

Don’t worry I’ve been where you’ve been.

I’ve felt all those feelings you are feeling.

I’ve nursed a broken heart.

I’ve felt pain so deep I could barely breath.

I’ve walked every step with you.

Been here for you.

But so often you dismissed me.

Didn’t notice me.

I quietly picked up the pieces.

I knew we’d be able to put them back together.

Maybe not today.

Maybe not tomorrow.

But once you were strong again.

I knew we’d fix you.

I always had faith in you.

You never believed in that faith.

But that didn’t stop me from having that faith.

I am your safety net.

Your constant.

Your guide.

Your confidant.

My eyes bore into yours.

I implore you to believe you are strong.

You’ve got this.

You can do anything.

I look deep into your soul.

See your scars.

Feel your hurt.

Lived through your healing.

Look harder.

You are looking at your greatest power.

You.

You take one more glance into the mirror.

I smile back at you.

You’ve got this. 

J C Hicks  © 

13.12.22

That old jumper

That old jumper

 As you go through life you accumulate things

accumulate accumulate accumulate

clothing, jewellery, books, ornaments, photos

material things

accumulate...................

but you also accumulate people

forge friendships over time

people - like clothing in our wardrobe

we keep adding to the wardrobe

adding adding adding

the wardrobe gets fuller and fuller

and that once cherished jumper gets pushed further and further back

you now no longer wear it - but yet you can't let it go

you pick it up, hold it and a flood of memories wash over you

you remember that trip to the theatre, the time you fell over out walking

the time you were told a loved one had died, the time your new puppy lay on it

a garment, a thing, an item but yet you feel an emotional attachment to it

so you see people can feel like that clothing

we travel through life, along our path meeting lots of people as we go

some we try on for size and the fit is just not right 

so many others we have a strong bond with but as time passes it lessens

you don't love them any less but with all the new things entering your life

they slowly ebb further away

but yet when you think of them your heart is full of joy

so many good times and memories that your cherish

so whilst you may no longer see them regularly your still hold them dear

so like that beautiful faithful old jumper you still want it in your life

because you know that you could just pick it back up and it would still fit just right

J C Hicks copyright 5-1-2023

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 of 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