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GINGER TRUNK CREATIONS

by Hamish Holcombe

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We all Hold the Power to be Kind:

To support our fellow man.

In very simple ways we can.

Grandiose words can never compete.

To smallest of gesures to those you meet.

Message is silent, a concept seemed small.

But to an onknown recipiant a joy so tall.


A REASON TO BE KIND.BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT WOUNDS THEY HIDE


Impromtu actions given will always reach their mark.

To be silently remembered when the inner life is dark.

You could be the catalyst for that vital spark of hope.

You could be the reason to rethink"Perhaps I can cope"


Words 10-02-2020

No new words are need said.

Energies close have been read.

Proud and support what you do.

May angels, always fly with you.


My way own way of coping and trying to understand was writing, in particular poems.

They did help me crawl out the end of insane pain tunnel, with some help from others.


No-one askes to join any clubs of extreme sadness and pain.

Lost ones would prefer us to be living as positive a life as able.


Tis a club not chosen.

For it breaks the heart.

As your world goes black.

Lost ones expect you restart.

Encouraging, watching your back.

Life dreams should not be frozen.


We all share a bond of common loss one way or another.


Life ,Death and Life: 22-12-18

There is a natural order that we expect to see.

Where our kids farewell us, in a life full and free.

When the twisted order turns our joy into life so sour.

Are gone, way too soon, untold grief by the hour.

The way, the timing, the empty pain simply isn’t right.

Left in our space, only choice is our wish to reunite.

While ever there is a memory, they are forever live.

Tis just us, they left behind, that struggle to survive.

Time of passing not in our control, devoid of any cheer.

Each day we age, one day closer, that we will be near.

Must be living positively as we live our earthly time.

Until we reunite in place of love that will forever shine.

There will be a noisy party of joy and tears combined.

The special ones that left us will be the easiest to find.

There will be a welcome that will make our spirits flow.

Of lots of forebears waiting, that we didn’t even know.

There is life, then death, then life forever.



Morning Opportunity Everyday



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