A MOTHER'S PRAYER - by Fazia

A  MOTHER'S  PRAYER by Fazia - Ali, Trinidad \ Sleep my tender one, sleep without fear, And allow thy mother to offer a silent prayer. For although now you have an innocent face, I know that very soon of this world's poison you'll taste. Dear God, his face is full of promise and that fills my heart with hope, That maybe, just maybe, in this harsh world You'll enable him to cope. For life is one long and difficult race, And he must quickly in this universe find his humble place. He like many others are heirs to this cruel and unpredictable world, So truth and justice he must uphold, From the evil temptations of man he must refrain, Just as from immorality and treachery for his own well being abstain. I know I will not be able to see him through all life's tests, Hence all I can do is teach him well and hope for the best. So I pray Thee Lord, that my little bundle of joy seeks knowledge and like a warrior fight, And that You give him the strength to fight the wrongs of this world, so that he may one day, with Your help, make them right.

OUR SEASON - by © Bernard F. Asuncion

OUR  SEASON  by   © Bernard F. Asuncion  You brought the light to my winter nights,  You made the snow melt at last,  You are the hope in my miserable days. As the flower blooms,  Our love starts to blow,  Giving us cheer,  For our love that has begun oh dear.  I saw the sunshine staring at me,  The warmth of your embrace,  Enjoying within each other's arms,  Filling the day with fondness. Your mellow presence makes me feel your affectionate soul,  Those cozy moments make us treasure every second. Days gone by,  Our bond changed upside down. As winter came your coldness arised,  Your love became blue,  Our infinity turned into ephemerality. You brought the light to my winter nights,  You made the snow melt at last. You make me start anew,  Making me believe everything is true,  Yet as the season changes,  Your love also fades into thin air.

THE LACEMAKER - paintings by various artist

Vasily Tropinin -  Lacemaker

Lace has always been valued literally worth its weight in gold, lace weaving is a difficult craft, requiring attention, dexterity, perseverance. Girls and women perform this difficult everyday work with ease and love, they are familiar and even pleasant.

 Embroiderer -  Vasily Tropinin 

 Lacemaker  -  Vasily Tropinin 

Vermeer Delft - Lacemaker

Tropinin  -  Lacemaker

Jan Vermeer  -  Lacemaker

Josephus Laurentius Dyckmans (1811-88)

Lacemaker -  Nicolaes Maes / 1634-1693

Jean-François Léonor Mérimée

Lacemaker  -  Vermeer

Alois Telarik  -  "The Lacemaker"

 Emma Ekwall  -  ''Lacemaker"

VINTAGE THANKSGIVING POSTCARD

WINTER FROM A WINDOW - by Robert Arthur Miller

WINTER  FROM A WINDOW  by Robert Arthur Miller With windows we watch winters whispering winds while we wear whatever's warm, while we wait we wonder whether ,weather will slow with what was the worst winter storm. Where we were, within warming walls we watched winters weather wind down. without windows we wouldn't see what was winters whitest snow on the ground.

I'LL BE WAITING - by Stephanie Cox

I'LL BE WAITING by Stephanie Cox Look out to the horizon, A whole world lies beyond The path of life shall guide you And move you swiftly on, There's new things to discover And unseen sights to see But always I'll be waiting For when you return to me. The road stretches before you No one knows just how far, And whatever may befall you Just remember who you are If others try to change you, Think who you want to be, And I'll be right here waiting For when you return to me. You'll find you've reached your limit, When you can go no more, And you'll always have the memories Of good times you've had before So when your journey's ending, And you've managed to break free Just remember I'm here waiting For when you're back here with me.

GRANDCHILD - by Penny Brown

GRANDCHILD by  Penny Brown New life, a little baby, a little star, The world awaits you near and far With guidance and loving care That will keep you safe and happy there. There's family to meet, Pets and friends to greet. A long path with us you'll share, We'll always be happy to meet you there. Life experiences will soon unfold, Stories now waiting to be told. Adventures, discoveries, obstacles and dreams All join to form your self-esteem. Of yourself, have no fears. Enjoy each day over the years. Be proud of who you are, no fuss, A unique little person loved by all of us.

THERE IS A SONG IN MY HEART - by Ravi Sathasivam

THERE  IS  A  SONG  IN  MY  HEART by  Ravi   Sathasivam There is a song in my heart and I want to sing it for you in the misty night No one will ever knows what I have written for you because it has been written with my heart only for you Let us be alone when I sing my song for you and let the melody of my song echo in the sky I want our world to sleep deep when I sing for you then only my song will get into your heart softly My nights are not enough to love you nor my songs cannot be sung without you I sing with my heart to tell you how much I love you I sing with my soul to tell you how much I miss you My song will wipe your tears away and immerse my body into your arms for thirsting love These feelings of loving song comes when I am only with you and let my love song, sing in your living heart forever

BALLAD OF A DRUNKEN MAN - by Mark Wakeham

BALLAD OF A DRUNKEN MAN by  Mark Wakeham Come now, stand here by the bar, And I'll gladly fill your jar, While I tell you, stranger, of my life of woe. It's a love affair, my tale, It's a love affair with ale, A love affair that began so long ago. Girls? I'll always make the time, ( Look much better after wine, That information's just between me and you! ) Though I've never been to bed With some wizened old piss head, But, by Christ, I've woken up to one or two! It's the Demon drink, my son, Drink your last pint and have done With the Devil's Brew, it knacker's up your life! I'd a family once, myself, Now I'm on the Whiskey shelf, Drowning in a bottle full of guilt and strife. Vodka, son? A Scotch or Rum? Ahh now, soon my time will come, When my Landlord in the sky I'll try to find. Let me buy you all a drink, There's no time to sit and think Of the wasted lives I've broke and left behind. Until then it's bottom's up, And to your good health I'll sup, Stranger? You're no stranger. You're a friend of mine. You're my best friend, come to think, Here, you bugger, have a drink! Be it spirit, be it beer or be it wine. And tomorrow she will dawn, And I'll stretch and then I'll yawn, And the loneliness will set in once again. And I'll make my way to bar, Meet a stranger, "There you are, Have a drink on me, now tell me, what's your name?" He'll resist at first, of course, Then I'll turn to verbal force, And I'll stop him, so he's trapped and cannot go. "Come now, stand here by the bar, And I'll gladly fill your jar, While I tell you, stranger, of my life of woe."

CAPE COD - Massachusetts

Cape Cod - a peninsula in Massachusetts, a favorite vacation spot not only ordinary Americans, but also the country's political elite. And in recent years - a very popular destination among “Russian” Americans.

The capital of Cape Cod, the city of Hyannis, attracts tourists with a small museum dedicated to the most popular president of America, John F. Kennedy.

A great lover of relaxation on Cape Cod, he even signed the law on the nationalization and preservation of the coastal zone in 1961, for which the locals are still grateful to him - after all, almost 65 kilometers of the National Landscape Reserve, which includes untouched forests and “wild” beaches with white sand, sand dunes attract many vacationers and literally “feed” the entire peninsula all year round.

Cape Cod is considered a model of such a quiet one-story America, which is largely facilitated by successfully established historical circumstances. It was here in the 17th century that the first settlers from England sailed. On Cape Cod, they cultivate their rich history, preserving 200-year-old houses, restoring ancient signs at establishments, the appearance of houses and streets is strictly regulated here. The main principle of the Cape - everything should look like 200 years ago: houses trimmed with shingles, discreet signs, no neon and light effects, flower pots even on the beaches, in general, simple, even rustic beauty.

Hyannis is one of the oldest lighthouses on the entire peninsula. It was built in the 19th century and is still privately owned.
Lighthouses and untouched civilization “wild” beaches with white sand - this is the main attraction of the peninsula.

An interesting fact: the American Cape Cod Peninsula is now inextricably linked with Joseph Brodsky, who wrote in 1975 the poem Lullaby of the Cod Cape.

Cape Cod is more than history and the resort - it’s also the people who live there - hospitable, open, warm-hearted and witty Americans who always say with a smile: We have everything OK. ”

And you believe them ...

MY HEART IS FILLED WITH SADNESS - by Richard Neil Thompson

MY  HEART  IS  FILLED  WITH  SADNESS by  Richard Neil Thompson, Canada We met online back in march You said you loved me and I loved you And everyday the feeling grew... Between the two of us And at times when you were scared And all so sad You said my love for you Made you all so glad In the morning when I wake up And I open up my eyes,I feel an aching in my heart That's when I realize How much I really miss you And long to have you near My heart is filled with sadness And my eyes are filled with tears At different times throughout the day I find I'm missing you. And I wonder if, perhaps a bit Maybe you miss me too.