The Star of Hope.

The night sky’s alive with twinkling delight,
Surrounding the lunar moon, a wondrous sight,
The evening star glowing, a beacon of hope,
A halo of light, a discovery of scope.

A darkness so eerily lit in whitened rays,
Patterned in the prettiest of displays,
Clouds lost, powdery mist remains,
Amongst the borders of heavenly refrains.

The Star of Hope forever adorning,
Hidden from mornings early dawning,
A light to lift the darkest night,
The Star of Hope, path of light.

Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II

At an early age you began your Reign,
You excelled without Refrain,
Your duty delivered with utmost Care,
With A Country’s Pride you deeply Share,
The Promise you solemnly made,
Our Nation’s Foundations laid.

A Reign so beautifully led,
& Speeches earnestly said,
A Reign over many years,
& Filled with Laughter & tears,
A Reign followed with Pride,
& Respect one cannot hide.

Thank you for all you do,
A Queen so dearly true,
Loved by the Nation’s Heart,
A Union never to part,
Royalty of the highest esteem,
A Forever Red, White & Blue stream.

Thank You For The Gift Of Sound/ With Love for National Deaf Children’s Society.

Thank You For The Gift Of Sound.

Thank you For The Gift Of Sound,
To Our Child with Silence definitely bound,
For the Beauty of a Human Voice,
To permit his Freedom of Choice,
For the Music to which he rocks,
From his head down to his socks,
For the Education he can access,
And the Grades we now Bless,
For the Smiles your Gift Brings,
To Our Child Whose Heart Sings.

Thank You. For Love Of Our Son George x

With Love..We Remember You./ For The Love Of All Touched By the Hand Of Dementia & Alzheimer ‘s.

With Love…We Remember You.

With Love…We Remember You,
In Everything We Do,
We Remember the Childhood Pain,
With a young life so Fraught,
We Remember the Army’s Gain,
In Korea You Fought,
We Remember The Glance,
When you had your First Dance,
We Remember Your Engagement in April Sixty-One,
And the Marriage that October had begun,
We Remember the Birth of your Three Sons,
And how you used to play War and Guns,
We Remember The Laughter and The Love,
Always On Earth, and now Up Above,
We Remember all the fun Family Days,
Many Picnics, Walks and your Funny Ways,
We Remember All the Help you gave,
And the Smokes you would Always crave,
We Remember the Childhood Sulks,
And the childish skulks,
We Remember the Grandad so Great,
Who was Our Son’s closest Mate,
We Remember the Man, and the Soldier, so incredibly Brave,
And the Father who sadly now Graces Our Family Grave.
We now Remember the Spirit and the Soul,
Of the Father who made us all whole,
With Love We Remember You.

In Loving Memory of Eric Sidney Broadhurst/Our Dad 17.08.1933 – 15.10.2011.
Touched By The Hand Of Dementia. Resting In Peace Holding Mum’s Hand.

Where There’s Love, There’s Hope…All You Need Is Love.

Where There’s Love, There’s Hope,
No Boundaries, Endless Scope,
There’s the Glorious Sun,
There’s the Sounds of Fun,
All You Need Is Love.

Where There’s Love, There’s Smiles,
Of Life Journeys that Walk Miles,
There’s the Glorious Snow,
There’s the Rivers’ Flow.
All You Need Is Love.

Where There’s Love, There’s The Marriage,
Joined by Heart and Soul in A Carriage,
There’s the Glorious Flowers,
There’s the Glorious Showers.
All You Need Is Love.

Where There’s Love, There’s The Child,
Created So Precious, So Meek and Mild,
There’s the Glorious Rain,
There’s the Glorious Desert Plain.
All You Need Is Love.

Where There’s Love, There’s Hope,
For every Vicar, Priest and Pope,
There’s the Glory of Peace,
There’s the Wars’ Cease.
All You Need Is Love.

From A House To A Home.

From A House To A Home.

Empty as it stood,
As New, it should,
A House with closed doors,
A House with three floors.

Then the day came to open the door,
It was Our House for sure,
Would it be the same as before ?,
The old was twenty-one years and more.

Mania rained all that day,
Rushing was always our way,
At night we closed the door,
Sleeping on a mattress on the floor.

Family helped us to move in that day,
Working together was our usual way,
Boxes in each room as clearly marked,
Cars outside, neatly parked.

The months came and went,
The House WAS Heaven sent,
It transformed from a House to Our Home,
It became Our Own Special Glass Dome.

Our Home was the Safe Haven for Our Son,
Whose Independence Needed to come,
Our Home was the Hospital for Our Mum,
For Us To Love until her Life was done.

Our House had become Our Home,
For everyone, no-one to be Alone,
A Happy Place for us all to Share,
A Haven for us all to Love and to Care.

Our Home faces the Church, and its Spire,
A vision of which we’ll never tire,
We love it here, come rain or shine,
We’re always Happy and never whine.

Dad said “A House is only made of brick”,
With walls everywhere and very thick,
But a Home is with what you make,
Like the ingredients of a cake.

So for us it is made With Love,
Made here on Earth, and From Up Above,
Our Heaven, all coated in Brick,
Love delicately laden ever so thick.

From A House To A Home.

A Mother’s Glow.

A Mother’s Glow.

A Mother’s Glow,
For her to know,
Of a Glorious Pride,
Of a Love, Never to Hide.

It’s a Mother’s Glow,
She will Always Show,
With every beat of her Heart,
From which she’ll Never Part.

It’s a Mother’s Glow,
And it’ll Never go,
Even when she’s old,
Her Heart it’ll Hold.

It’s a Mother’s Glow,
For the Child to know,
To carry when she is gone,
To remember “She” who Shone.

It’s a Mother’s Glow.