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My guardian angel

 


My guardian angel.




On the day that we are born.


The good Lord an angel he did loan.


He stands behind us to keep us safe .




And there he stands for all our life.


But I' v been lucky cause I have two.


One's from heaven high above.


The other will when he's time has come.


My loving son he's always there.


There is no problem he will share.


When aged just three,he said to me.


I'm always near you mum.


To me your my stars, my moon, my sun.


A grown up man he has become.


But he's still there for his ageing mum.


And when the time for me to go.


One angel stay's, the other takes me to our Lord.


And then it's my turn to look down on him.


To keep him safe and away from sin.


The love I have for this dear son.


Will keep on going on and on.


And then one day we will meet again.


My gaurdian angel will be there till the end.














ELLA

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My dear family

 I love you all so much, I no some of you love me too.

But even you can't love me the way I do.

The passion, devotion, fervour, fierceness,intensity .

That I feel for you, you can't comprehend.

Where it all comes from I don't no.

Maybe it's because I never felt it.

When I was myself a child.

I no I was no where near a perfect mother.

But love I had plenty.

I am 66 and do you no what I want.

I want a mummy and daddy to love me.

To look after me .

To give me a childhood .

Things I never had.

I no I will soon be gone.

I pray that the good Lord takes me soon.

I no that some of you will not visit my grave.

Like one of you said, and you know who I mean.

When you're dead, your dead.

Thank you.

Some of you have children of your own.

And I pray that they will love you for ever.

I could not bear that any of them will feel the same way you feel for me.

Please remember me, even if it's just has that silly old woman.

I have nothing to leave you.

But that word that annoys you so.

I love you.

But I do love you with all my heart.

MUM.







Ella


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What do my children see.

What do my children really see.

When they turn and look at me.

They only see an ugly old shell 

A daft silly woman who only thinks of herself.

If only they knew what's realy inside me.

I'm still a young girl with dreams of my own

A mummy and daddy to cherish and love me.

My childhood returned, because it is lost.

No memories of friends Who

that I never had.

No country or home to consider my own.

I tried to create what I never had.

But things were not good, in fact they turned bad.

I did not succeed with what I was trying.

And my children reject all of my loving.

You see, after having nine children.

I'm still a young girl who craves lots of attention.

So all that they see, is a silly old woman.

Who wants to be cuddled and kissed and adored.

What they see is a lie, because I am here.

A woman that's learned and kind and still young.







Ella

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To love to much

To love too much insanely.

Is like been trod on, to obliterate yourself.

So you can dedicate completly trying to change a man,

whom is wrong for you.


To love in a sane way.

is learning to accept and to love yourself first.

So you can build a satisfying and serene relationship ,

with a man who is right for you.






Ella 

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Sisters

Two little girls, in a strange bed.

Nowhere to slumber, so that's where there led.

Darkness descends,they cuddle to sleep.

Then, in the night there's a patter of feet.

He checks all around him.

Before his bad deed.

Preparing to spill his venomous seed.

One child wakes up, she is frozen with fright.

Then a sigh of relief, not her turn tonight.

Will she ever erase the guilt, and the fact.

She did not do ought, to stop that cruel act.

Her little sweet sister endured all the pain.

And now she is left with the scars and the shame.

What could they have done to prevent and decline.

When one was just seven, and the other just nine.







Ella 

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Love

To love too much,

is like been trod on

to obliterate yourself

so you can dedicate completely 

trying to change a man 

whom is wrong for you.


To love in a sane way

is learning to accept 

and to love yourself first

so you can build a satisfying 

and serene relationship 

with a man who is right for you





Ella

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Me

 What do my children really see

When they turn and look at me

They only see an ugly,fat old shell.

A daft silly woman who only thinks of herself.

If only they knew what's really inside me.

I'm still a young girl with dreams of my own

A mummy and daddy to cherish and love me

My childhood returned because it is lost 

No memories of friends that I never had 

No country or home to consider my own

I tried to create what I never had 

But things were not good in fact they turned bad

I did not succed with what I was trying

And my children reject all of my loving.

You see,after having nine children

I'm still a young girl who craves lots of attention.

So all that they see, is a silly old woman

Who wants to be cuddled and kissed and adored

What they see is a lie,because I am here

A woman that's learned  and kind and still young.   




    Ella


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My hero

.  Even then, when you were small.

A scamp,an imp and oh so bold.

You always had a heart of gold.

And when you'd toddle up to me.

A swagger in your stride.

And even though your only three.

I look at you with pride.

If I was sad or weepy too.

You'd tell me not to cry.

For you'd be there, you said to me.

Until the day I'd die.

Your cheeky grin and spiky hair.

My little champion, always there.

You told me then and it is true.

That I'd be first for me and you.

And now a man, so you have grown.

You are my hero, my one and own.

I know that you will always be.

My shield, my guard, my security







Ella

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To our Dear Lord

Do not forsake me in my hour of need.

Show me the way to accomplish the deed.

Tell me the path that I need to take.

Don't make me make another mistake.

To many wrong turns in life I have gone.

The last road I take, let it be the right one.

The decisions I made where more wrong than not.

So this one the last chance that I have got.

Show me a sign so I pick the right way.

And nothing and no one can thus make me sway.

This last path I take through my journey of life.

So I will reach the end of the light.

Please make it free of bad deeds and of sin.

Let love and forgiveness flow out from within.

So please don't forsake me in my hour of need.

Show me the way to accomplish my deed.





Ella

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