The Greatest Loss of All (Prose)

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I’ve lost loves ~ found others

feelings crushed ~ as wine from grapes

but I grew again ~ stronger in the light

of another day

I’ve lost pets ~  finger-tips trace

old photographs and ashes held to chest

I’ve lost grand-parents ~  relatives

across the seas ~  some I never met

I’ve lost jewellery ~ belongings


the hardest loss ~  the insurmountable

that sheds the tears the most

the you that I am losing

now ~ ‘Irene’



The prompt for Mindlovemisery is for my mum.

This is an explanation of the prompt written by MLM :-

Loss of love, friendship, employment, youth we’ve all experienced a sense of longing (even if brief) for the restoration of a relationship, state of being, or situation. Is there anything or anyone you’ve lost? Has hindsight clarified your illusions or created a crippling nostalgia? All forms of media are acceptable. Your entry can be fiction, non fiction, or a combination of the two. My entry is totally fictional and encase there is any confusion the “I” in my poem is male. The loss can be based on choice(s) you’ve made or events that were not within your control but you wish, nevertheless, to alter. You do not have to use the phrase “Take me back” but you are welcome to do so. This prompt comes from an idea given by a very talented writer whom you can visit here Summerstommy



Please read Patricks Perspectives which will give you an insight into this disease, sadly Patrick’s dad passed very recently from this and he has now began another journey of dealing with his life and his road ahead.

Morning Blight

oh child please
stop crying
coffee spilt
toast burnt
can’t you wear
odd socks to school?
have you looked
under your bed?
I know they are your
but you have a few to choose
I plead… how about a different kind?
you shake your head you pout
I sigh…
yes stop your sniffling sweety
mummy will try to find
there really are OTHERS
that we can find to
I give mutterings
through clenched
this day’s not over

crying dog
PLEASE stop whining
I’ll get your
breakfast soon
don’t give me guilts
with puppy dog eyes
as I race
from room to room
for a SOCK!!
where can it be?
what about these?
no darling YOU’RE
right of course
there NOT the same
oh give me strength
I tell myself
am I the one
to blame

DAMN murmurs from
the other half
echo from the room
what’s YOUR
problem hun I ask?
trying hard not too
sorry what
geez stop your grizzling
NO I didn’t iron
any shirts
but are you
that incompetent
YOU can’t iron them
I’m on a mission
here can you lend
a hand
no sorry what YOU’RE
running late…no time
…as IF I do
can I chuck a temper
tanti and yell and
scream at YOU!

heaven help me
I hear footsteps
of teenage daughter
thumping down
the stairs
slamming door to room
you’re so not wearing
THAT in public
sweet product of my womb
fingers clenched
I whisper …
don’t mess with me today
I’M not letting you
wear that dress
with half your rear
end on display

husband DEAR
the dog’s in need of
the child
is screaming for
her SOCK
your daughter… well
see what she wears
can YOU see what
she looks like
oh…you haven’t time
to reprimand
then guess it’s ME
who’ll have the

morning juggle
hormone inflamed
teenage girl
un-ironed shirt a
missing sock
and the starving
whimpering dog
rush and pandemonium
I run
frantically to
the day has sadly just begun

…this is MY catastrophe

In light of the ‘real’ catastrophes around the world, I thought I would try and lighten it a little with my definition.


Ode to Tarsha

This is a photo of our girl Tarsha. She would have been about 5 or 6 when this was taken.

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She was 16 years of age when her legs started to give way, when she lost control of her bodily functions.

When I had to make the most heart-breaking decision of my life – to end hers.

She was what you call a bitzer – a non descript, not a pure bred, but a cocker spaniel/blue heeler.

She crossed over the rainbow bridge 7 years ago this July.

She, like all fur-babies had their own personality – pedigree or not. Some may look at her and say ‘what an ugly dog…look at those ears’, she was not to know what she would look like, she just hoped that someone would take her into their home and love her. That is what we did – she didn’t have to be stunning, or a dog you could ‘pop’ into your handbag to have people say ‘Ohhh how cute”. She gave us unconditional love and laughter and joy.  If her water bowl was empty I would find her in the shower.. giving me the hint that she was thirsty. This is where Tarsha or ‘Tarshy-girl’ rests now and every time I see a rainbow I talk to her. This is also why I can’t own another dog for I cannot go through that pain again. This is why I mind dogs to enjoy them, to get to know their personalities, to give them lots of cuddles. They told me when your pet passes over their soul is with you for a while and you will know that they have returned to let you know they are …ok. When Tarsha was cremated and brought back home, without a lie, I felt something brush past my legs 3 times in two weeks… I know it was her.

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So to you my little girl I say this.

You are gone
not forgotten
the love you
gave us
to remain

you have crossed
the rainbow bridge
now, to run, be young
and play

you have left
our lives
will never be the same

thank you for the
treasured times
thank you for
your love
we miss you
after all this

we miss our little

Hump Day Humour


Q. How does a woman scare a gynecologist?

A. By becoming a ventriloquist!

Q. Barking dog at the back door wanting in and your wife’s yelling at the front wanting in. Which one do you let in?

A. The dog, once he’s in, he shuts up!

Classics – Courtesy

I’m the humblest person I know.

I used to think I was indecisive, but now I’m not so sure.

The workshop on procrastination has been cancelled, as no-one got around to enrolling.

Anyone who visits a psychiatrist ought to have his head examined.

We never make misteaks.

87.5% of all statistics are made up.

Here, take this placebo.

The technical term for “being unable to remember the word you want” is, uh …

There are three types of people in the world: those who can count and those who can’t.

The two rules for success are:

1. Never tell them everything you know.

There are 10 types of people: those who understand binary and those who don’t.

Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.

There should be a rule that we don’t talk about politics.


What irritates me # 2

I decided to walk outside instead of pummelling the tread-mill. After all the sun is shining and it’s a beautiful 22deg here in Melbourne. This prompted Irritation # 2.

One of my pet-hates which irritates the B-jaysus out of me is this.

Riding your bicycle whilst exercising your dog. If I am about to offend any of my followers I apologise in advance.

  • You yell “Walkies” (let’s call him Bob) Bob rushes up, feet prancing, bottom swinging, smiling and tail wagging merrily at the word.
  • Bob’s body language comes to an abrupt halt when he sees you get the bike out.
  • Bob trots along beside you in the beginning whilst you sit on your comfy seat peddling merrily along.
  • Bob didn’t know you had eaten 3 slices of cheese-cake the night before and wanted to lose a few pounds.
  • Bob didn’t know that it was such a warm day outside.
  • Bob didn’t know you weren’t bothered to stop to let him rest.
  • Bob didn’t know that his exercise meant being dragged along for how many miles you wanted to do.
  • Bob didn’t know that walkies meant he wasn’t allowed to stop, to smell the grass, have a rest or pee on grass or a tree.
  • Bob didn’t know that he would get thirsty and tired.
  • Bob kept running, looking up to say please stop as his legs were tired and sore.
  • Bob did know that one of his pleasures in life is to please his master.
  • Bob kept going thinking he was making YOU happy.
  • Bob wishes he could speak.

You return with a very worn out and not very happy Bob.

You go and shower and have a cold drink.

Bob laps up water from his bowl whilst being spread eagled on the floor catching his breath.

Yes if Bob loves to run – PLEASE  let him run in a park so he may stop for a rest when he needs to or pee on a tree, or ride your bike without him.

PLEASE everyone use common sense especially if the weather is hot – if Bob must be exercised this way (and for the life of me I don’t see why it’s necessary) – give him a rest every few minutes.. in other words ‘Get Off Your Bike’.

Happy Bob – how all Bobs should be.


We have them but do we really need them?

Neighbours yes..those of  you that live in suburbia (as I do) and not on some vast acreage swamped either side by rolling green hills adorned with daisies or sunflowers as tall as your good self, but live in streets, courts, places, cull de sacs, roads, avenues, ways, drives (I think you’re getting the drift).

Wouldn’t it be lovely if one could choose who they live next to.

To our left we have the 2 child, 2 parent typically domestic household. Every now & then the good woman of the house raises her voice to tick off one of her boys. Every now & then one of the boys will throw his tennis ball/basket-ball over our fence, then the knock  comes on the door.

As soon as I see his face slightly hidden behind the fly-wire screen door, it drops, for I know that I shall have to go & retrieve like some blood-hound on the chase.  Albeit now & then we say  “Hi” in our adjoining driveways, or pop in to borrow steal a cup of sugar (well I mean whoever does return sugar) & it’s all pleasant & non committal.

Across the road I know one family again 2 parents, 3 children older and lovely people. In fact we did socialise quite a bit with them, them over for drinks us over there & that continued for some time, unfortunately she is not well so the socialising has petered out, but we still exchange a smile, a wave, or a quick walk to meet in the middle of our court to catch up.

To the right of us, well how do I put this delicately..ok I can’t. The neighbours from hell would aptly describe them.

I have lived here now since 1998 (you do the maths I’m no good at it). For quite some years their 2 children lived at home (now they have moved on) they are of ethnic descent (still really haven’t figured out what) & as we know they can be shall I say a little volatile?

The screaming matches between the two adults (yes they were adults) either by themselves or with their offspring drove us to distraction. Our deck is on the side where rather unfortunately their social area & living room is, so we would hear absolutely every word that was screamed or yelled across their house….it drifted upon the sound waves to our place and on occasion when we were having a BBQ and entertaining people on the deck. Yes they are extremely loud and took no thought about “Keep it down what will the neighbours think”. They clearly didn’t. Now and then we got so angry we would yell back “Keep it down, or do you mind, or for gods sake enough”. We would in turn get “you keep it down, or no, or shut up”. We gave up, they did not want to hear our pleas for mercy and continued their ranting. In fact even when they are not arguing they are LOUD.   😦

On one occasion we had to call the police in…yes it got that bad.

They also owned a beautiful Labrador (who was very old), who spent his life outside on the concrete. In winter no bedding, in summer barely any water (and yes the RSPCA) was also called. They had a ‘token’ small plastic bowl of water and if any one knows how a Labrador drinks, that can be splashed away in 2 laps. He was not walked the entire time I have been here, he didn’t see the outside world (until I offered to walk him) which I did for some time. As the years went past he grew more feeble and I couldn’t bare it any longer that they were neglecting him & again the RSPCA were called. This time they were advised that he be put to sleep as he could not stand on his arthritic legs anymore. Thankfully (at the age of 17- which is very old for a Lab) that is what happened.

I didn’t borrow a cup of sugar from them, in the beginning we would say hi over the fence or if were putting the bins out at the same time. Now we don’t communicate, I think they know it was I who phoned the authorities and I don’t care one bit. I did what was necessary for their poor ‘pet’ to relieve him of his suffering.

There are 14 houses in my court where I live, I speak to 2 of them now and then, the others I do not know about them, who they are, how they live (we are quite a secluded little bunch).

If you have good neighbours that you can rely on to really ‘mind your house when you are on holidays’, or ‘take your mail in’ and who genuinely are helpful, law abiding and friendly then more power to you…they are difficult to find.

If you have like I do, a couple of neighbours that you can smile or wave to & have a brief catch up chat or borrow steal that cup of sugar more power to me.

I should be happy they aren’t like some neighbours that fossick through your cast offs from your hard rubbish collection….then again that little mission could be tackled under the cover of darkness..

I would like the rolling fields either side…a place where I could keep horses and ride and watch the morning sun rise over the hills, but of course there would have to be a shopping centre close by, because  like the words to Bing Crosby’s song…..

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies
Don’t fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don’t fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don’t fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise
Ba boo ba ba boo

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in
Poppa, don’t you fence me in

& I can’t live in total isolation now can I…

Courtesy rgbstock photos and google

My 90th blog “Taa-Daaaaaa”  🙂 and courtesys.


Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

I just put this link to  website. You will need tissues if you have ever loved and lost a pet. These are the words put to music of the Rainbow Bridge.

It just reminded me of when we lost our ‘fur-baby’ 6 years ago.