Queen

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She has been a part of many of us all our lives

Charles age 73 is now king of England

Words of whisdom

Every day we weave our way and eventually we will find the place where we should be, whether it takes us back to old haunts or pastures new and as our paths entangle and some stop short when found their defined destiny with good time to spare whilst others can take all but a lifetime to find their resting peaceful place to end their final days ….by me Maureen Rose Mckenzie

Blog 4 Sept 2022

Yesterday I went for walk with Polly and got lost as sight so awful now that’s left . I asked a nearby lady cleaning her windows for help and she walked me back to my home . She said she had only lived here a short while as had moved from Kent to live with her daughter for health reasons . I feel so alone … with no family with me or nearby … Polly should have kept me to the routes we knew last – what upheavals we have had and pushed and pulled in all directions – it’s all too much
Consistency, respect and care is the key to life remember that – we don’t know what our future holds . I certainly don’t

Alone

Today I feel so alone

This horrible glaucoma

Yesterday I went for walk with Polly and got lost as sight so awful now . I asked a nearby lady cleaning her windows for help and she walked me back to my home . She said she had only lived here a short while as had moved from Kent to live with her daughter for health reasons . I feel so alone … with no family with me or nearby

How can I rectify this awful situation I am in

Time to Blog

It’s time to blog

My thoughts

Be nice to hear from my children!!

It’s cooler thank goodness

Cane training

Guide dog last year of work

Eyes a lot worse ….

Mist

I’m a broken crazy record

Show me the way to happy retirement

As a blind ladeeee

No one wants to knit you really

Survival of the fittest

Meanest survive don’t they

The strong bossy mean …

Namaste

The Swing – by Rosy Mck (me)

When I was a child
I remember the swing
In the garden
My dad had made it of wood
And there it stood
I sat on the swing
So high I swung
It was the dawn
Fresh day
My day just begun
The dew on the grass glistened
Like a million little lights
I imagined they were fairies
As they twinkled bright
I’d swing higher and higher
As high as I could
On the dear old swing
Made of wood
It creaked very much
But I didn’t mind
It was a great feeling
No other kind
Swinging high
So high
Then off I’d jump
With a thump
The birds were singing
And the day so quiet
Like me
I said not a word
Whilst the whole of the
World could be heard
I’d listen
And watch those fairies glisten
It was another day
Childhood days so innocent
I cherish them
In my memory
Peaceful days
Of happy times
No strife
Just a simple family life
With my mum my dad my brother
My aunties and uncles
Cousins grandmothers
Our pet dog
A budgie too
Life was just grand
Through and through

By Rosy Mckenzie

I haven’t done much writing but will get back into it

Let them all go

Let them go

You’ve made a mess

Don’t try to rekindle

You have made a mess

Let them go

Let them go and forget you is best

Let them go

The start was good

Intentions brilliant

Choices made so very wrong

From the start

So let them go

Take what’s coming alone

They are too strong if word and kind

To take anything you say

Just like in the beginning

So let them go….

Sight loss plight

I’m up the creek without a paddle 

Like a duck that just can’t waddle

Every time I lose more sight 

I simply run and take flight

It is a silly thing to do

Instead of trying to think it through

No one really understands my plight

Nor understands my unending fight

As my picture fades away

Each and every single day

Making every day tasks so much harder

Like finding biscuits in my larder 

So be patient with me please 

I really do not mean to tease

Bonkers you may think I be 

But really I am just little old me

I’d like to spend some time with you 

This is so very true

So give a hand to poor dear Rosy
She isn’t mad nor somewhat dosy!
Just herself with Glaucoma
It truly is a bit of a bummer!

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