How to Mend a Broken Heart

The Wordle

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HOW TO MEND A BROKEN HEART

Trish was knitting Stan a sweater,

Coloured plum to suit him better

When he posted her a letter

Of rejection.

Her knitting fingers stopped

And her stitches all were dropped

And on the bed she flopped;

Utter dejection!

Her awful sense of loss

Made her very, very cross;

Seems he didn't give a toss

All the while.

She never had expected

To be, like that, rejected,

And his letters she collected

In a pile.

She made a great big fire

Like an Indian funeral pyre

As she shovelled it grew higher

Friends cried 'Stop!'

She threw in the yarn and letters

As though throwing off her fetters,

And she bought two young red setters

From the shop.

On the wind the embers drifting

Caused her spirits to be lifting

And her attitude was shifting

As they blew.

Then she cradled both her pets

As she took them to the vet's!

See how quickly one forgets

With something new!'

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MOTHERHOOD

Motherhood is complex, mixing all emotion,

Partly irritation, partly great devotion!

Is this a Mother full of care, bent over with the chores,

Or is this a Mother dancing with the children she adores?

A real-life Mother, somewhere, is rushing, fretting, stressed,

Busy in the morning getting children fed and dressed;

She will view this statuette as indicative of worry,

Children 'dragging at her skirts', chivvying them to hurry.

But, somewhere else, another Mother's in a happy mood,

Dancing with her children, happy with her brood.

She'll view the statuette and see a love that knows no bounds;

A vision of that special bond that engulfs us and astounds.

In ebony, the artist has captured bad and good;

That miracle of existence that we know as Motherhood.

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PS

We had a lovely New Year's Eve, although I fear we saw the fireworks in Sydney on TV from the comfort of our bed, with a nice cup of tea. Might as well admit it! First we went out to lunch to the Blume's house, which is just around the corner. We had a delightful meal of open sandwiches etc and enjoyed a companionable conversation.

Here we are having a pre-lunch drink and nibbles. Summer has arrived at last.

Here is Peter (it was his House-warming as well as New Year) with a guest who had made bread in the shape of the New Year! Very artistic! 

This lady was a joy to me. When she heard my name she remembered that we'd taught together about 32 years ago and she dived over to introduce herself. She remembered so many things about our teaching together, and about my family.She is much prettier than this photo suggests. 

Peter and Julie's new house is high on a hill and quite palatial. The sunset was lovely but my photo doesn't do justice to it.