Feeling nostalgic to day

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Today I was feeling nostalgic and my mind has been wandering to my youthful days. I wrote this a very long time ago and thought it might be fun to publish it again. Some of you might have these same thoughts.

Lost Friendships

Whatever happened to that friend,

I had so long ago?

Sharing dreams and sharing tears,

Together fighting foe.

I often think about that friend,

Wherever she might be,

I often wonder how frequently,

My friend will think of me.

Time does pass and life must change,

We all must go our way,

And as I watch my children,

I’d remember how we’d play.

It really, is so very sad,

What miles and years have done.

They have, taken the best of friendships,

And erased them one by one.

Whatever happened to that friend?

I loved and cared for so?

She is only just a memory,

Of a life so long ago.

Chris Hannon

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Happy Day oh happy day

Wow! I cannot believe it I have finally finished my third edit on my sequel make one wonder if there is an editing fairy that keeps sneaking in and putting things were they do not belong lol

I thought I would share another one of my poems with you all this morning as well.

Seasons

Those lazy days, those hazy days,

Just before the spring,

Those blowy days and chilly days,

When you don’t hear the birds that sing.

Its on those days, those dreary days,

When you would like to stay in bed,

Just to dream away the hours,

With covers o’er your head.

Those days are last of winter,

T’was a time of joy and fun,

A time of snowy wonder,

But now those days are done.

I know I am discouraged,

I know that I am blue,

I know I’m not the only one,

Because you feel it too.

And then you’ll see a difference,

In the people that you meet,

And it surely won’t be long now,

We’ll complain about the heat.

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My Love Was Like A Rosebud

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My Love Was Like A Rosebud

My love was like a rosebud,

Kissed by morning dew,

It’s fragrance is so fresh,

Like the love I gave to you.

And like the tiny rosebud,

so delicate and small,

With just a little love and care,

The petals will hot fall.

But pluck it from its stem,

You could almost hear it cry,

It’s as if that tiny rosebud,

Knows that it will die.

My love was once that easy,

To crush, to wither and kill,

But you put a fence around me,

And here I’m growing still.

But some of my tiny petals,

Are a little worse for wear,

My stem leans’ over slightly,

And thorns are growing there.

I no longer sway so freely,

In the gentle summer breeze,

Al1 my petals now are open,

And there are holes now in my leaves.

But unlike that tiny rosebud,

I had someone to care,

Although I’m worn and tattered,

I know he’s always there.

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My 2nd interview with Michael

 

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Thanks Michael
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Thank you Michael for this wonderful opportunity to share with all your friends and other authors. You are most kind to do this for us.  

Angel Tears – original poem

I just felt like sharing one of my poems I hope you enjoy reading it.

“Angels Tears”

An Angel shed some tears to- night ,

And they fell to earth as rain.

The thunder was her sobbing ,

And the lightning was her pain.

These tears she shed in sadness,

For  the pain she knew you bore.

For the loss she knows you suffer,

And the hurt you must endure.

The sobbing for the heartache,

And the loss you’ll feel inside.

There’ll be an empty feeling there,

A hurt you must not hide.

The lightning brings the brightness,

Even though it shows her pain.

She knows that even with God’s Love,

You  will never be the same.

But the brightness, of that lightning

Will light your loved ones way.

As they join the Heavenly Father,

On this very remember able day.

So when an Angel sheds those tears.

Those  tears are meant to show,

That they are sharing in our pain,

And how  they  love us so.

So next time that it’s raining

Or you hear thunder in the sky .

Or the lightning brightens up the night,

In your heart, you will know why.

Chris Hannon

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A little of this a little of that

To day I decided to do something a little different. I posted one of my poems “My Love Was Like A Rosebud.”
Also a flabbermouth story “The Mother of all headaches” and last a couple of paragraphs from my book “A Hairdresser’s Diary”- “My first day at school.” So please check under the appropriate heading to read these.

I hope there is something for everyone to-day.

Here is one of my painting just to make you go awwww.

Fawn in the grasses

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