Wish Me Luck..

This weekend I have been mostly writing to web sites / search engines / blog sites / magazines / publications in the hope of an opportunity to write a short article in relation to either Writing and Poetry or a more personal article about Life, My Children and Osteogenesis Imperfector (Brittle Bone Disease) 

Obviously I wont receive any payment (just yet) and I’m well aware that these sites probably get bombarded with stuff but I am very optimistic plus I’m gathering knowledge and learning from the experience.

The hope of being given a chance to contribute a written piece to be published no matter how minor it may be is spurring me on. My aim is to hopefully make this into a part time career but it’s early days yet.  

I would be extremely grateful if anyone has any Information regarding websites / blogs / magazines that look for article writers and that are relevant to the subject matter above.  (There are various other topics that I would like to write about but for now I prefer to stick with the subjects that I feel most confident in)  

Sending best wishes to you all.

- Darkestangelica -

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** In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity **
(Albert Einstein)

" Precious Times"

If I don’t find the time – to mop the kitchen floor

Will anyone  remember will anyone even care?If I can’t find the time to patch that hole that’s in my jeansthe answer is simple..  I’ll just put on another pair.The dust can sit just there and wait until tomorrow It’s causing no one any harm it wont lead to any sorrow.If my day’s too short to bake a cake then I’ll buy one from the store,slice it up and share it out keep popping back for more. I’m always here to wipe a tear or kiss an injured knee.
Hoping not to miss those moments.Watch my children shriek with glee.I want to read a story and for them to read to me.For if I fail to stop and chat or maybe even listen                                                                                                                           precious words could then go silent – unspokenbig blue eyes may lose their glisten.There’s always lots for us to do and even more to say. Looking at a flower, a crawling bug, chasing rainbows in the sky.Discuss the things that we have done a chance to share our day.Ten years from now it will not matter what kind of car I drive.And big or small’s irrelevant for the house where we’ll reside

I know the world’s a happy place for both me and my children

I Stood By Your Bed..

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.

I whispered to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, you were thinking of the many times your hands reached out to me.

I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I’m not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my hand on you, I smiled and said “it’s me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It’s possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew … in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out … then come home to be with me.

(Unknown)

Instruction Flows - Wisdom Grows

- In loving memory of my dear Dad who passed away - 11.06.2004 -
- Happy Fathers Day Dad -
- I miss you everyday -
- I hope I’m making you proud -




** Many times did you tell me that when you were gone
I was to pick up the pieces be strong and soldier on.


But what you didn’t mention a tiny detail you forgot
Is things are not that easy..  Ignore all emotion I cannot.


At times it seems the world has come to rest upon my shoulders
Head spins around my hair is curled,.. Life stops, blocked by heavy boulders.


I attempt to recall all the things you did teach
much younger back then worries where far from my reach..


‘Hold your head up high and always be strong
never let it be known when things start to go wrong’


‘Have a firm hand but a gentle touch
Use force as a tool but never a crutch’


Bite your lip before you cry
always tell the truth and never tell a lie.


Be a good girl take care of your nest
always make sure you’re doing your best.


Make strength hard to shove then stick out your chest
show feelings, express love, patience may be put to the test.


Of your family and Self you must always be proud
Stand out be a leader don’t follow the crowd.


Teach you girls goodness and your boys to be strong
tell them roads that are worth taking may be roads that are long.


I only realize now how right you always were
some days it is hard going yet the years pass by in a blur.


An old man giving lectures Is all I had thought
There were lessons to learn and lessons to be taught.


I grasped one here,  I grasped one there
as you practised your preach from that tatty old chair.


I didn’t realize then that you were on my side
sharing all your wisdom you where helping to guide.


I wish I would have listened more when you were still alive
yet what I learned from all you left.. makes sure I will survive.


I'm thanking you now although I know It’s far to late
I’ll be sure to thank you properly when we meet again


at heavens pearly gate **




Note:  Some of the above content is not my own wording. Over time due to tweaking and adding my own words I am now unable to state exactly the words that I wrote from the words I did not.