Charity

Caring for those less fortunate than ourselves Hope for those in desperate need All of us can play our part Real tragedies in the world where people are left with nothing It doesn’t have to be money that is given Time taken to visit the elderly can brighten their day YOU can make the difference Jan Allison 5th April 2014

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Deborah Shiells

Date: 5/12/2014 12:31:00 PM

Hi Jan, My friend this is prime example of your selfless kind spirit. It resonates in your writes. I understand these words so well. Thanks for the gentle write and thanks for sharing. I'm sure your parents are grateful to have a daughter like you. Peace, Deborah

Jan Allison
Date: 5/12/2014 1:04:00 PM

I try my best Deborah but sometimes it gets so tough - the older I get the more I appreciate my parents and the sacrifices they made for us and know that i wont have them forever. Hugs as ever my lovely friend. Jan xxx

Darren Watson

Date: 4/7/2014 10:02:00 AM

Top marks for this one Jan , Sometimes just a couple of minutes of our time is all it takes to brighten a whole day for someone .

Jan Allison
Date: 4/7/2014 10:56:00 AM

Most definitely true Darren - taken mum for 4 walks last week - did her and dad the world of good to have some space. Poem took few minutes to write on Saturday but seemed to sum up all I wanted so simply. Hugs Jan x

Ralph Sergi

Date: 4/6/2014 11:57:00 AM

A thoughtful and beautiful poem on taking time for folks combating isolation. As a volunteer I can relate. There is always someone who has a story to tell and it feeds your need for caring. Great Write, JAN!

Jan Allison
Date: 4/6/2014 12:09:00 PM

Thanks for dropping by Ralph. I am so blessed to have both parents. If people could alter their attitude and give time as well as sticking their hands in their pockets - would make all the difference. I used to visit an old lady oh boy did i learn a lot from here - my poem the scent of lavender is written in her memory. Hugs Jan xx Hugs Jan x