Last year I spent lots of time writing and painting. I didnt realise just how much pleasure and comfort creativity had to offer. Since I discovered my craft, I haven't looked back.
Heres a gem very dear to my heart. A poem about a tiny baby abandoned by her birth parents. The
baby is me. This one very much relates to the first poem I included in my blog many months ago. See what
you think.

Waiting for her mothers love

Waiting for her mothers love
when she took flight one day
from her sweet child with outstretched arms
no loving words were said
abandoned heart,deep wounds left marks
swift selfish acts of crime
her fragile bird with broken wings
was left to serve guilts time
cold prison brought a lesson learned
to show how love should be
sweet loves no cause to walk away
but to the end love stays
no need to weep regretful tears
the hurts she took as lessons
a way to make her childrens lives
so full of loves rich blessings.

Although melancholy, the purpose of the poem is to offer a glint of something very
positive. How it is possible to turn life around when it has been so profoundly cruel.
Every cloud has a silver lining, if one takes the courage to look.
In my life my silver lining are my three much loved children and my wonderful husband.
Another is the recent discovery of my creativity. This has been a complete and utter delight
and suprise to me and something in me I discovered only eight short months ago.
Over the past three months I have been painting furiously for another display coming up

in January. Some of my new work is shown below:

melancholy memories

I  thought i might share with you a poem and a painting about my late mother.
I wrote the poem first to describe the sadness of losing her throughout my life
from the begining.

Gone

You are gone for the last time to sleep amongst beautiful stars

I often look up to search for you there, I never get used to your loss

Countless the times you were gone from my life

the begining the middle and now

it never got easy to lose you again, for me your throw away child

I imagine I just got lucky, or was it you

when they brought me back into your world

to place me in your deserting arms, they felt stiff, strange and unsure

you knew it and I felt it, we werent ready for the moment

but struggled through an aching existence

with you not knowing how to love me

whilst I sensed you not knowing

but this was how it was for all of our lives

until you left for the very last time



The painting of the little sailing boat is called 'lost'. It is a honest depiction of the turbulance we all experience at some time of our lives. I drew great comfort painting this one for at times my emotions were impossible to put into words.

first thoughts

It has never ceased to amaze me how life's stuff comes up at us from nowhere, sometimes knocking us off our feet. At times like this,we all have our individual way of expressing how that makes us feel. For me, my art and poetry have been and continue to be,a brilliant focal point for this, pulling me through the quagmire as i furiously paint or write. I am at the stage where i would like to share my work with you. Perhaps it will be a source of comfort and inspiration.

The picture below 'Cinderella' is painted with acrylic using bright colours as an expression of mood. I like to use strong colours with my paintings to articulate how I feel.

The next picture "Who's at Home" is painted using a similar method with colour and texture; the little girl feels a sense of foreboding as she sees the figure behind the door.

Just a couple of weeks ago,my husband and i went to Tuscany for ten days staying in a gorgeous B&B.

I can honestly say that it was one of the happiest holidays we,ve had in a very long time. The hosts were just so friendly warm and welcoming,with nothing ever too much bother.If you are looking for a relaxing place to get away from it all and enjoy vegetarian cuisine take a look at this link

http://www.vegetarianbandbtuscany.com/