Jan Allison Poet Acrostic

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 May 12, 2014 at 12:31 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 May 12, 2014 at 1:04 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 April 7, 2014 at 10:02 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 April 7, 2014 at 10:56 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 April 6, 2014 at 11:57 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 April 6, 2014 at 12:09 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