Aroma of times past



A smell of reminiscence enlightens your sleeping senses

Cut grass of times past

Soul lifting thoughts that your memories cast

A flashing moment, injection of feeling as your body tenses


Lifting your soul yet reducing the years gone by

The aroma of mornings fresh with dew filled air

Adolescent murmur’s in that moment there is no care

“Why do we grow up, why oh why?”


The pleasure of freedom no adult induced pain

Kicking through leaves, mudded shirt sleeves

Laughter and folly all over again


A powerful feeling that embraces your heightened spirit

The moment of time ago but it’s now that’s a shame

Thought evoking senses that revisit without limit

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© C Webber 2017


A Smile


A Smile

A smile can bring the brightest sunshine to the darkest of days.

Such a simple thing but with such a magical, mystical power with an overwhelming strength to produce the most supernatural results.

A lifting of the two corners of plump red lips, the opening of the windows to the soul beam rays of light to the darkest of souls, sparking a fire of warmth to a hardened black heart.

Someone on the brink of despair, life dragging them down below the surface of the worlds undulating line of acceptability, bobbing on the surface gasping for intakes of life evolving salvation, ever really thought what a passing smile can do??

It can bring hope to the suffocating tide of hurt that smashes against an eroding heart of that stranger you just passed in the street.

But in that single, never to return moment, captured in the book of random life game changers, springs an eternal hope that could save a crippled soul.

That smile blows on the tiny embers of life smouldering in their aching heart.

A heart ripped apart by a loss that you may never know, a passing smile can put the first stitch back into the tapestry of that unknown persons hope for a future disrupted by the absence of joy and happiness……


Who will you give a smile to today????………..

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Fun times

Children playing and dancing in the park. Fun and laughter can be heard till its dark.
Young and care free like we all used to be, nothing to bother you…….its only joy that you seek.
Living for games and sweets to devour, kicking right off at the bedtime hour.
Summer in the sun and paddling pool fun, playing catch with Dad and getting cuddles from mum.
Sausages to eat from the bbq treat, just your swimming costume on, and flip flops on your feet.
Water fight commences between the brother and sister, mum getting a soaking when you could have quite easily missed her.
The night draws in and it’s getting quite late……mum shouts out its nearly bedtime for you mate.
Your head drops to your hands as you know the truth shall reign…..picking up a bucket and soaking your sister again.
Finally you give in and upstairs you do trundle…..tired and wet carrying your clothes in a bundle.
Pyjamas are on and you climb into your bed…..mum pulls the quilt up and plants a kiss on your head.
Tonight you will dream of all the things that you done……..oh how great it was to be young.

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