Veronica Black
St. Helens, Lancashire, UK
Veronica BlackSt. Helens, Lancashire, UK |
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I was born 28th May 1947 in Lancashire. I am a mother to a special son, Stephen John, and one grandson, Samuel. I have been single for 23 years concentrating on bringing up my son and my career in the field of Elderly Welfare and Management. Retired for more than a year on health grounds, I now enjoy travel and writing poetry. I have many published poems for Anchor Press and Triumph House and a more recent contribution for The International Library of Poetry. My poems are an expression of gratitude for special people and places in my life given as a token of thanks in return for the pleasure and joy I've received throughout my life. |
FriendsNo man is an island, or so they say, an adagestill true up to this very day. Throughout our lives we rediscover this truth, as friendship's blossom to give us the proof. Some are fleet, like ship's in the night, but we instinctively know when something is right. Just for a short while a bond can be formed never to be forgotten when a new day dawns. Others are part of our every day life, a son, a daughter, a husband or wife Sharing happiness as well as pain, these loyal friends will remain the same. Neighbours and colleagues all can be friends our list of companions really never ends. In fond memories of childhood there's often a few who still remain friends whatever we do. It's nice to remember if you leave or go away there is always someone who wishes you'd stay. So when we feel lonely or a little bit sad, we can talk to our friends and things aren't so bad. |
Season of LoveWinter sky so dark with stars so brightbrings a glow of sheer delight. Diamond's woven into a cloak of navy blue the scene is set for all things new. Romance and love flourish at this time of year winter magic dispels all doubt and fear. Time to walk and cuddle in the park all secrets hidden in the dark. Winter winds stir passions deep within can love really be a mortal sin. Kindred spirits search and find Needing to be with their own kind Cold frost brings a need to touch wanting love so very much Virgin snow casts its magic spell nature knows us so very well Stark contrast shows trees laid bare bringing out our need to care The season of love is upon us now to resist we don't know how Time to rest in a lovers arms bewitched by mother nature's charms This very special enchanting season give's true love its rhyme and reason So let us give thanks for this special time with a toast to winter of sweet red wine |