Sunday, 25 May 2014

Mother: Pride

I planted you in my heart.
Long days of gentle nurture
Lovingly sowing love into every molecule of your being 

Speaking to you, as you grow within
Dreaming about your future and all you can be.

Feeling your strength, as you change my form.
Deep emotions growing
As soon our journey is to begin
And at last you are here.
And I your mother am very proud
To shout how I love you very loud!


Copyright ©  2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

Changing Places


Switched: divided at birth.
Our identities erased by thoughtless actions.
We were meant to be together, but the nurse
in her haste, slipped the name tag on the
wrong toe.
I saw my mothers sweet face, for but a second.
Time to short for her to realise, that I
had been misplaced.
You were joined; by a stranger who grew by
your side.
I no longer a double act but a solitary, twinkling
light, lost feeling cold and half whole.
Destined to be alone.
We are not strangers,
but are linked by an invisible cord, that
our eyes cannot see.
I look for you daily, hoping that
each passing stranger may be you.
That’s why I will not stop my quest.
Until our hearts, are in united rest.


Copyright © 2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts 


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Thursday, 24 April 2014

Breathe


  
   Amazing you,
   Incredible,
   Remarkable in all you do.

  Copyright ©2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts 

"All rights reserved"

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The Heart of Words



   The Heart of Words

   Open your heart and let the words flow,
   down into the waiting world below.
   Like droplets of exquisite dew,
   creating a rosy glow in all you do.

  
© Deborah Hodgetts 2014

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Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Self Belief

Self Belief

I'm travelling down paths of discord.
Fearful, lonely and ignored.
They who's trust I thought I'd found.
Ignorant, lost, belligerent and blind.
Can they not see the blood that flows?
From the knives, that rip into my soul.
Mistrust the seeds they have sown.
Through countless lies spoken in undertones.
Their faces tell too many lies of things supposed, by me not them.
For I am but my only friend,
And I will not fear, for I feel freedoms hand.
And I know this journey is at its end.
For, I am but my only friend.

Copyright ©2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts


Working girl/ earth Angel receives fatal blast!

The working girl is me, it seems blasted again!
Or could it be that fate is holding my hand and guiding me to pleasant shores.
I'm looking with excitement at my new found freedom and now embrace it with joyful gratitude.
Today my full time contract ends early by a month, a tad early than planned.
In a state of shock, bashed but not depleted I look to the future with hope.

If your looking for an out of work Angel - look no further you are lucky to have found me!

Please place your request here, and make a wish and there I'll be right beside you.

Waiting in hopeful gratitude for a new heavenly assignment here on earth.

Your loving Happy Angel xxxxx

More to follow here shortly..................

Copyright D.M. Hodgetts 2014