I try…

coffe meI’m working

I’m baking

-The difference

We’re making


The dawning

The yawning

-The winter time



I’m living

I’m giving

-I hope you’re



I’m here for

Appear for

-Dry clean all

My gear for


T shirt wear

Styling hair

Sandwich share

-Know I’m there


If I could

Then I would

Change the pain

-Make it good!


Fairy whim

Surface skim

-Wish you weren’t

Feeling grim….


I try hard to follow the Macmillan Cancer Support way, and enjoy my honourable desk job! But when a friend is in pain I worry that my enthusiasm is just like kicking the leaves in bright green Wellington boots!

The Thames Bridges…

runningWe’re off on a walk this Sunday,

It gives us a focus to do,

My daughter and I have a fun day,

To raise some awareness for you…


I’m not qualified as a medic,

I don’t counsel or offer advice,

My rhyming could give you a head’ic,

Don’t tell me, that wouldn’t be nice!


In caring we’re looking for ways,

To enjoy what we do and to give,

I’m hoping though fundraising days,

We can help with the way that you live…


My friends you inspire from your illness,

I’m saying that now with a smile,

Sometimes it is grim but the wiliness,

Of you, lets me chuckle a while…


You’re always encouraging me,

A fairy who doesn’t do tricks,

To let out the fancies I see,

And entertain you just for kicks…


So we shall be taking a stroll,

In honour of those who’re amazing,

A gesture of help, not the whole,

A banner for you we’ll be raising…


One of the things about knowing someone with cancer is that you have to do something! And I think Macmillan provides a great platform of things to do -bake or bike, walk or talk there is something we can all do and giving to Macmillan is a gift for everyone! I am grateful for my work and looking forward to Sunday…

End of August…

photo_2The season is declining, a changing in the light,

The days are drawing colder and yet that is alright,

My time too, now in autumn, because I’m glad to say,

They did the operation upon a summers’ day…


So many friends they tell me that growing old is sad,

But swapping a few wrinkles for life can’t be that bad?

Okay July is over, bikinis not now wise,

That isn’t from the boob job, it’s chocolate on my thighs!


I’m like the well shook rag doll with stuffing hanging out,

But I’ll be here for winter, and loving it no doubt!

At last treatment is ended and with it came a time,

To realise that autumn can too be rather fine!


My shoes they are now comfortable, the stilettos I mourn,

The chemo did my bones in and the wiggle’s not well worn,

Yet pour a gin and tonic, cocktails, celebrate with passion,

I’ve plans to enjoy Christmas in a quite disgraceful fashion!


I wrote this because a friend inspired me to think about surviving to the end of the bell curve and I like the idea of that place too…