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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

I Wish

Better times, better days,

That's all I wanted,




All I desired,

I did not need more,


Did not need luxury,

Better times, better days,

This is what I wish for,


To have no worries,

No cares, no qualms,


To relax careless,

Better times, better days,

Friday, June 16, 2017

Geen kind meer

Je leeft je eigen leven, wat zij er ook van vindt
Je bent allang geen kind meer, al blijf je ook haar kind
Je wilt er over praten, maar niet op haar manier
Je zult haar best verdriet doen, maar niet voor je plezier
Wat moet je nog met haar en met haar ouderlijk gezag
En dan opeens dan is 'ie er, die dag

De dag waarop je moeder sterft dat jij wordt los gelaten
En al haar eigenschappen erft die jij zo in haar haatte
De scherpe tong, de bokkenpruik, de zure schooljuffrouw
Die zullen ze dan binnenkort herkennen gaan in jou

En hopelijk ook de andere kant, de aardige, de zachte
Maar of je die hebt meegeërfd valt nog maar af te wachten
De dag waarna de rest een kwestie wordt van tijd en pijn
De dag waarna je nooit meer kind zult zijn

Wat al die jaren fout ging komt dan niet meer terecht
En wat je nog wou zeggen, blijft eeuwig ongezegd
De machteloze frasen van je genegenheid
En dat het niet haar schuld was en ook dat het je spijt
De dingen die je lang niet zeggen kon en zeggen wou
En dan zo graag nog één keer zeggen zou

De dag waarop je moeder sterft, de dag die al je dagen
Van dan af aan wat grijzer verft al hou je niks te klagen
Je hebt je goede vrienden nog, die staan je ook dichtbij
En als je soms een minnaar zoekt dan staan ze in de rij
Maar niemand zal meer weten hoe je met je pop kon spelen
En niemand zal nog ooit je vroegste vroeger met je delen
De dag waarna je nooit meer kwetsbaar wezen kunt en klein
De dag waarna je nooit meer kind zult zijn



Saturday, April 29, 2017

Wauw

April ,,,, yes ,, well
It was a nasty month

My brithday
That was oke 

Many lovely friends  and presents

65 red roses 
 my love gave them

nice stitching
it was to cold to do something in the garden 
so i am working on a garden in the house
stevies garden






more flowers
an other quilt I am making

I was sad there was dead and and some got sick

Wel it is almost may
hope  we get better days














Friday, March 31, 2017

Almost April

April, dear April, I beg you come soon –

And bring your sweet primroses too.

Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,

As skies offer sunshine anew.




April, dear April, my blessed spring child,

Ornate in your yellow and white,

Teasing the birds into trilling their songs

And dancing to music of flight.




April, dear April, come enter my dreams

And rid me from cold winter chills.

Banish the rain and those blustery winds

And warm up our countryside hills. 



April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -

You have to move on ‘till next year.

And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,

You’ll always be my month most dear.
 


Sunday, March 05, 2017

Never a dull moment

 every month a new block
 sometimes a little basket
 and some secrets  sssssst,...




Saturday, February 18, 2017

The Rose


Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
 Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed


Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won't be taking, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live


 When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Matters of the heart




You can take a pill or potion
For most anything that ails
There's an ointment or a lotion
When the pill or potion fails




But there's a fortune waiting
For the one who can impart
A cure to heal the aching
In the matters of the heart


 




Friday, February 10, 2017

Red Cats


 
Cats all around 
Playing with yarn
So cute 




 
Cats scratching meowing
cats sleeping 
lazy cats
 
 
 

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Lost and Found


Nothing is ever lost
But rather misplaced

If you are looking
Keep looking
If you are searching
Keep searching
If you are lost
Do not give up hope
For you will be found

If one looks
One can find
If one is lost
One can be found
Again and again

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Flowers

It is always  a little party
when the flowers are on the table


the water is better then elsewhere
it is the best



Sunday, January 22, 2017

Hello World

On a Sunday morning
It is dark and cold outside


I could not sleep anymore
so I sit here in a warm room
my Friends by my site


little Hearts and some baskets
stitching and thinking





 Feeling fine




have a lovely Sunday 



Friday, January 20, 2017

100 Hartjes

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;




If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,


Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

poem by Emily Dickinson