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When I look outside I see way more than just beauty, I see a future that lies ahead of me, taking little steps forward with greatness of caution. I can not predict what happens next but I am focus on each task that presents itself right in front of me knowing that Hope is hoovering through the air above me and darkness surrounded by lightness as the stars lit up the daunting sky
Bright were the stars
Bright is the unknown future that lies ahead of us all
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Tears of fears drip from all that gather
A mystery lyes ahead as the coffin lowers
Sleep smiles on show to see
Some can’t hind the pain though so it breaks through their smiley faces
After suffering & crying
Comes some sort of relief that hopefully their soul has reached heaven in gods presence. Silence
Not a shiver of a word heard here after as the night capitulates.
Have they escape the world? But you still hold the memories, however you are truly left with wonder. Does it make life even more worth living?
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It was full of long stringy grass which had grown out, all over the back of the house. It hung over the bare walls. The briars were everywhere and they would prick you clean red blooded. The shed widows shattered and the door covered in heavy moss. the thick smoke running out from the chimney looked like it was about to go up in flames. The red ransomes lawnmower was rotted in rust and rooted to the ground by long grass.The clothes line had snapped in half. The tarmac laneway was cracked with weeds pumping out from underneath it all. Remodelling was out of the question. It remained untouched and there was no even sign that anything would change
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She would do our heads in, but It’s not that I didn’t value her great teaching skills. Her strategies and patterns always stood out. The tool of teaching was used to best effective use by her, I can ensure you of that, in fact it was levels beyond the rest.a record, a memory that can’t be broken.
In years to come we will remember those days. Sometimes she would cry thinking we might all fail, other times she would laugh with us or at us. I suppose that’s all just part of life, but she did love our class From the core and heart, well that’s what I think.
We thank you for all your hard work and dedication, but in saying that, teaching us must have been so hard.
I want you to know that you will remain in our thoughts, as long as you promise to continue to do people’s heads in and always to stay sound
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Packing up the car to the brim
Off we flew up the motorway to Kildare
Drove into the small tidy town of ballymore
To meet with the finest of grandparents
Who lived there
A very peaceful place to be
The views of sheep flocked in groups and numbers surrounded by fields and fields long with the hills to be seen in the distance. So many things of beauty could be witnessed when outside in the garden of The White House hidden on the tight corner. The light brown gates stood out to us as we visited each time we waited to open them, just like unlocking the the key to finding the code for treasure
Everyday The pink blossom tree shone like a star shining bright over looking the gate
In the driveway we went
The path had it cracks but still remained well in good place
A lovely welcoming smell as you entered
Inside a beautiful sense of worth and warmth you couldn’t imagine
People that grow up your soul
At the heart of it all was joy, happiness and love. lots of important feeling to have in your life.
The house had a strong connection to the people who lived or even stayed inside of it.
But as the years went bye,
The lily began to die
New born lambs and daffodils soon after in the spring, after was the summer and then the cold bitter winter.
From then on, Visiting always felt like something was missing, a piece of the puzzle couldn’t ever be found. Looking for the piece, we ended juggling everything up. Piece after piece went missing before long all of the jigsaw was lost
As we walked inside
A feeling of sadness built up
Every item unchanged around
Yet nobody was around or insight, resulting in nothing, from ever being the same again. As we left we understood that would be it all over for now
Up went the house on sale a few months later as time upon time passed. The sale reached an agreement. Even though it was hard to move on, knowing it was, was the the right thing to do. Unfortunately it was much harder then expected , especially because it felt like leaving all the memories behind
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