Echoes Of My Heart

  • The Invisible Veil.

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    Behind this veil I wear

    Of soft smiles and calm demeanor

    Cuts a knife of sorrow deep,

    No blade was ever keener.

     

    A rope of tears binds my heart

    And ties it tight with grief.

    Though on the surface I'm serene,

    I'm screaming deep beneath.

     

    This veil obsqures the world

    And creates of it mere shadows

    As I drift around in half-light

    Blown wher'ere the wind goes.

     

    Lost in memories, bitter sweet,

  • Thinking about the lovely lady in the supermarket.

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    So, I'm standing in the supermarket, and, as you do, I start chatting to the woman behind me at the check out. I've not had a good day, and her bright smile and chatter is welcome and pleasant and gives a sense of "normality"  Neither of us has done any shopping for Christmas, not one mince pie, not one present so far, no tree up, and I start to warm to her, maybe I'm not so odd...... I'm not the only…

  • Unexpected Smiles

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    I went to your house today,
    Opened the door, and found myself calling
    “Hi dad, it’s me........
    The rain’s started falling....”

    No cheery reply
    To answer my calls.
    Only shadows of words
    Bouncing off walls.
    Just silence to greet me,

    Sadness and gloom,
    And I take off my coat,
    Go in the front room.

    I switch on the TV,
    Grab a disc from a pile,
    Turn it up loud,

    No…
  • "Dad" jokes

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    You know the ones.................. they're only funny because your dad told you them. My dad had a way of drawing me in and making me think he was telling me about an event that really happened. At the time I groaned at both of these when he reached the end, but now they are precious memories of my funny dad. He would strike up a conversation and slip them in somewhere, clever!

    Whilst telling me this first story…

  • Why Echo?

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    I am the echo of my parents. Their DNA resonates through me, vibrates through my children and strikes a beautiful chord in my grandchildren. I echo my parents names, Joan for mum, and dad was Francis, I am Joan Frances. My nephew Nick is the echo of my father at 18, the same lopsided smile, and that echo bounces off his younger brother, Will, who so young, already has some of my fathers features. My half sister is the echo…