I received Against the Clock today! I now have a few books sitting on my desk - I ordered a few too many to give to a few people. My Grandmother, Godparents etc.

I think it turned out really well - I have to say the cover scared me a bit but after a few more glances I realise how bang on it is.

My thought is that the clock represents the 12 hour marathon. The face is old/aging if you take a close look - and you get Alzheimer’s when you’re older… and the little boy (child) represents the state of mind someone with Alzheimer’s has… they become child like.

The book is lovely and I can’t believe I actually have a number of my poems published! It’s such an honour.

I’ve been writing quite a bit more lately; I’m considering entering a few poetry competitions, I even have two in mind but I have to decide which poem(s) to submit.

I have two in mind so far, I think I need to write a few more but the two I have in mind I’ll post blow. If you have a favourite I’d love to know which! :)

Oh, Won’t You Come Home
Sometimes
I remember you,
sometimes
you’re a second thought,
sometimes
I wish you weren’t just in my head.

Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t
haunt me in my dreams,
flaunting everything,
everything I had,
all I could have had,
leave my dreams
please.

A memory
is far from enough,
a flashback
is less of a pleasure and more a curse,
a photograph
trigers too many tears.

My memory of you
so beautiful…
I cannot help but
feel angry for your departure
and at the ugly way you were taken,
left so beautiful but ever so
soulless, cold and empty.

More than once
I’ve cried for you,
more than once
I’ve begged for your return,
more than once
I’ve been angry,
forgive me.

Oh, won’t you come home…
warm arms await you,
laughter and love will embrace you
and our eyes will relish in your
beauty, your grace and
your everlasting elegance.

Oh, won’t you come home?

— End —

Because I Do
Do you wonder about yesterday
Do you look behind yourself
and wonder what could have been done
to change the very thing that dawns on you…

Do you sometimes stare out
into the wild storms and
hope the wind will whisk your pain away
do you often hope the storm will
drown out your cries and heartbreaking
pleas to God

Do you stare out of your window
and will yourself to see more than
empty darkness …
and do you wonder whether it’s silly to feel isolated
and so completely lost …

And do you sometimes beg for
God to hear your prayers
do you sometimes lie awake at night
willing yourself to stay awake
just so you can pray…
and pray your prayer will be heard.

Because I do.

— End —

With love,
Olivia