I like to rest on a country seat
Up on a hill quite near me.
I watch the world go by
And revel in all the green I see.
One morning while I sat resting
A sad looking lady passed by
With a taut rictus smile on her face
She looked like she needed to cry.
A group of ladies were walking ahead
And the sad lady went to pass
Suddenly one of the group stopped,
Looked, and sat down on the grass.
She indicated to her friends then
That they should walk on a bit
And called out to the fraught lass
"Come over here to me and sit".
With just a moment's hesitation
The troubled lady sat down too
"I'm Betty," said the kind woman
"Tell me dear - who are you?"
"I'm Alice," she replied and began to cry
The tears of the broken-hearted.
All her pain came flowing out as if
She couldn't stop now she'd started.
Betty rose and said "why not join us?"
Alice gave an indifferent shrug.
"You'll feel better walking with my crowd,
But first, I'll give you a hug."
Alice at first stiffened and then relaxed
Into the tight grip of her new friend
Her sobbing eased and I could see
Her mind was starting to mend.
They all went off in a chattering line
It was obvious Alice was losing her pain
I sat and marvelled at the kindness of a stranger.
I never saw them again.
Tag: Sad
Moroccan Pain
He died alone at the bottom of a well and he was only 5 many folk dug day and night to bring him up alive. But he was dead at the bottom injured as he fell what fears he knew in his little mind no-one alive can tell. Imagine the feelings of those rescuers then angry, frustrated and sad who fought so hard to get him out and return him to his mum and dad. Farewell sweet lad your terrors and fright are now all gone and past I hope you are now in a better place and know your happiness at last. Rayan Oram, aged 5 died 8/2/22 RIP
The Older Dad
I won't always be around, my son to watch and see you grow, to help guide your forward march and be your 'steady' as you go. For I am an old dad, my son and may be gone before your star rises to its undoubted potential and you collect life's waiting prizes. I am sometimes sad my son for how much of your life I'll miss but to know you this far would be any dad's greatest wish. Year 2000
Impotence
I have a daughter who is ill and she is also very sad. She looks to me to help her because I am her dad. Dad's fix everything don't they? Isn't that why they are there? To stand and fight and win like a powerful great Brown Bear. I would like to fix things for her to shield her from this storm. Take all the blows and pain away and return life to her norm. But her adversary is mighty it stalks her day and night, won't let her eat to live her life and her big dad mourns in fright. This caring parent looks on helplessly so wishing he could do more, she is drowning in a deep sea while Counsellors' advise her from the shore.
Trees Company
I only ever wanted to
Be an ordinary tree,
To grow big, green and upright
- have people look up at me.
From a drifting seed to maturity
Growing stronger tier on tier
Hosting birds and squirrels
As the seasons changed the year.
Left alone for decades
Happy all the time
Until the impact of a car
Meant I became a shrine.
Putting flowers at my foot
Folk gathered and they wept,
For the dead were only youngsters
And forever now they slept.
I'm not just a tree now
I stand for something more
An earthly reminder of some people
Who tread a heavenly shore.
I often passed the big tree on my way to my office. This particular morning the area was all torn up and cordoned off by police tape. In a small village every one knows every one and I quickly learned that three of the local young folk had died when their car slid on the wet bend and rammed the tree. Not doped, not drunk, just unlucky and now just dead. To me, now, this lovely tree suddenly appeared sad.
As I See Things 