THE LONG AND WINDING STAIRCASE:
(THIS WAS WRITTEN AFTER 2 BEREVEMENTS
BUT SOME OF IT APPLIES TO MY PRESENT DAY SITUATIONS)
There was darkness all around,
Not a glimmer of light.
I was on this long staircase
Traumatised in such fright.
All alone, friends and family not here,
How I needed someone, someone to care.
Why was it so dark Yet in daytime hours?
I could still smell the scent of those beautiful flowers.
Flowers that came from here and there.
From friends and relations their sorrow to share.
As I made my way up this long winding staircase,
Hoping I would bump into a fvamiliar face.
It seemed never ending but I declare,
I remember thinking "Why Me?" "Why Me?" it;s not fair.
Still ascending stair by stair,
Tears in my eyes and messy my hair.
It was then I saw a glimmer of light,
Looked in the mirror, oh dear what a fright?
Yvonne my girl you've a life to live,
Get on with it you've so much to give.
I suddenly reached the top of the staircase
The past years I had to erase.
I had children and grandchildren who needed me.
Walks to the park and days by the sea.
To-day I am so different I'm pleased to say,
Although I occasionally do get an off day.
The books I read whilst climbing those stairs,
Put my life into perspective........there are folk who care.
My blessings I have learned to count.
Though at times wee problems may mount.
You'll find there will always be a surprise,
In the morning you'll awake to another sunrise.
Copyright Yvonne 2002: