Author Archives: Rosalie Squires

About Rosalie Squires

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The wonder of life – potato skins

Oh the wonder of potato skins Rooting on my window sill! The tuber, meant to sustain new life I have eaten. Its atoms, calories, molecules Are part of me. All it has left are the skins I discarded With their … Continue reading

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Happiness

I observe myself And see At this moment I am happy. And I am glad For Happiness and I Have not been well acquainted In the past. Hello, Happiness What brings you my way Today? And I wonder… If Happiness … Continue reading

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The Time of Your Life

The Time of Your Life – that well worn phrase Favoured cliché of my mother Kids happily playing – yes they’re having the time of their lives. But what does it mean to me, now? I recall a time I … Continue reading

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A modern psalm

I don’t suppose you have to be particularly ‘religious’ to have heard of the hymn How great Thou Art. A song where the writer pours out the feeling of their heart and soul at the awesomeness of creation and anyone … Continue reading

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Eight

Just eight posts in 2016 Not the way to influence the world! Do I aim to? Now there’s a question Reminds of a story someone once told me – I’ve a feeling they might have got it from Jonathan Sacks … Continue reading

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Not a resolution…

… more of a dream One day Perhaps there will be time to write again To write as I always longed to write For the pleasure of creativity Not simply as a tool Conveying meaning That must be conveyed But … Continue reading

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This is the day

Death Six hours into the longest darkest night of the year, more hours from the reluctant dawn, John turned his face to the wall and breathed his last.     Life It’s three years this evening since Dad died. But … Continue reading

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