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Hello – this is me

Hello – this is me

I like to drink tea

(And the occasional coffee)

I live with my two sons

And best friend – hubby,

Always trying to find the balance

Between chaos and creativity

The corner of the home I call my own

Is a rediscovery,

A journey,

A passion not lost but put on hold

Here I explore through

Writing, drawing and photography

Here I am, this is me

©️ Lisa Moralee McLardy

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Our beach of memories

We journey together, you and me

Creating a beach of memories

There are times when we walk barefoot over jagged rocks

Not knowing what will be more painful stepping or merely standing still

Then there are times when we walk over pebbles,

Rounded by stormy waters

The path still needs a careful step,

But it gently massages our tender feet

It humbles us and gives moments of splendour

The days when our feet touch the sand are the ones to be savoured

The waves offer rejuvenation as our toes anchor in the sand

We skip pebbles across the water reflecting on our journey

We sigh relief and smile contently

We journey together, you and me

Every grain of sand tells our story

Every step creates our beach of memories

©️ Lisa Moralee McLardy 2018

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Flow like the river

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Keep moving forward

Follow the path,

Whilst creating your own.

Erode challenges,

Build resilience.

Flow like the river

Adapt,

Change,

Grow.

Reflect light – both moon and sun.

Appreciate waters calm,

Prepare for rapids rough,

Accept the waterfall and

Explore new ways

Splash and play,

Carry something from everyday

Flow like the river

Keep moving forward

Make it your own.

©️ Lisa Moralee McLardy 2018

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A penny for the well-made-for-wishing

I came across a penny

And I knew it crossed your palm.

How long before?

I cannot be sure

All I know is it will lead me to you.

I followed the clouds to the well-made-for-wishing

I heard many stories along the way,

Little tips on know-how

And to cherish life’s chimes

I told my own story so far,

All the while holding the penny-

The focus at hand

The well-made-for-wishing appeared suddenly

Just as quickly I made a wish let it part from my palm

As it journeyed into the well I closed my eyes and thought of you.

It was here my fairy tale turned its page.

As moments later you appeared,

Frantically searching for your penny,

(The one that fell from your pocket)

(The one you saved for a single wish

Of love pure and true)

I came across a penny

And I knew it crossed your palm.

How long before?

I cannot be sure

All I know has lead me to you

We bid farewell to the well-made-for-wishing

And follow the clouds palm to palm.

Turning the pages of our fairy tale

©️ Lisa Moralee McLardy

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Retreat to the retreat

Existence under the African sun is unique,

It offers an array, like no other

Terrain rugged and lush

Journey to the stars of the show,

The flora unique and fauna who roam

Experience to be observed by everyone, never owned

Dust dispersed,

It fogs the view

And settles to reveal nothing.

Where are these creatures?

Where have they gone?

Pained irresponsibility,

Extinction looms.

“That’s a shame, what’s for lunch?”

Retreat to the retreat

A sighting finally,

Majestic and true,

What we came to see

Harsh realisation,

A statue untrue.

Is this what is left?

No reality

Retreat to the retreat

©️ Lisa Moralee McLardy

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I have a little dream, it whispers in the morning…

I have a little dream

It whispers in the morning “please make time for me,

Just a little moment,

While you have a cup of tea.”

I make my dream a promise

“Let’s check in a two”

Then I go about my day,

Listing things to do.

It’s all so very busy

And soon enough it’s two.

My dream is right on time,

But I am nowhere to be seen

I remember I missed the meeting and think

I’ll show up at three

But then I have that thing,

So I don’t

I have a little dream,

It shouts in the evening

“Where were you?”

I say “I’m very sorry,

Tomorrow is anew.

Let’s arrange a meeting,

Just me and you

I’ll be there, let’s make before two.”

My dream says “will you really?

You’ve promised for a while.

I’ll only wait for so long,

Make some time,

Don’t let it pass you by.”

©️ Lisa Moralee McLardy