Precious

Not a poem or story… just some thoughts!

It sounds corny to start this with the cliché ‘you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone’, but it is so very true, as anyone with a bit of life experience behind them will know. Anyone like me that is. I never realised how precious good health was until I lost mine in my early twenties. Ten years later, with ten years of chronic illness behind me, I think it’s fair to say I’ve had the time and experience to learn how very precious good health actually is. So what if you haven’t got it? Where does that leave me? Learning a very valuable, though hard, lesson that’s where. I’ve realised I have so many precious things in my life. Things I wouldn’t have given a second thought to at one time…..waking to sunshine on my face, feeling the spring breeze in my hair, watching the mother duck with her ducklings, exchanging morning greetings with a neighbor, sharing a sisterly hug, putting on my favorite pjs, savoring a frothy hot chocolate ……and the list goes on. So I’ve just one thing left to say here and that’s thank you chronic illness, for teaching me the art of appreciation and with it the true meaning of precious, in so many more ways than one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s a dog’s life

Dedicated to Holly and Murphy, my inspirations, with love

Walking in the park,

Giving a friendly bark.

 

Playing with my stick,

Learning a great new trick.

 

Jumping up with glee,

Settling on a comfy knee.

 

Running off my lead,

Eating an interesting weed.

 

Trying to catch a bird,

Ignoring the ‘no’ word.

 

Wolfing down my tea,

Chasing a buzzing bee.

 

Curling up with my mate,

Enjoying a perfect date.

 

Snuggling in a heap,

Snoring in my sleep.

 

Dozing through dawn,

Waking with a yawn.

 

Looking forward to another day,

Knowing this life’s ok.