Author Archives: Rosalie Squires

About Rosalie Squires

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Still dancing

  My artist friend is now 96 and has dementia but a few years ago she gave me some of the doodles and sketches she used to make in preparation for her major works. This is an extract from one … Continue reading

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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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