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Maggie sits by the window, watching the world pass by recalling the life she lived she utters a resigned sigh, Gone is the house with laughter and a dogs muddy paws gone are the sibling quarrels, and slamming of angry doors. Her days are long and empty. The silence is profound though noisy busy carers bustle all around. "Are you having any visitors today"? a fresh faced young girl asks. not waiting for an answer, as she tackles different tasks. Maggie looks at her hands, beautiful no more. recalling how they cradled each child she bore. She had loved, and was loved in return, with a fierce passion , hot enough to burn. sorrow had pierced her heart with fright, as for his country her man did fight. His resting place a foreign grave alongside pals just as brave. Maggie smiles and wipes a tear, how quiclky past has yester year. Buldings crumble. porcelain breaks. but precious memories no one takes. Terri Morrow 05/ 07/ 04

Aw Terri that was lovely I have to admit it brought a wee tear to my eye. Maybe I shouldn't moan so much about the bairns in future. Thanks for sharing it Christine

thats lovely,does seem sad for maggie though,

julie anne its ok cos its only tending . lol xx

aww thats ok then, im happier now, im gullable im afraid and for nearly forty its sad, however its still a lovely thread.

There's thousands of Maggie's out there, thats what makes it so sad. Jo.x.

oh yes there are indeed thousand of maggies, the poem is an echo of my fears that I may become a maggie too

Terri - that is beautiful. It applies to all of us looking back over our life even if we have never been a forces wife. Treasured memories - the older we get the more important they are. So poignant that she is alone with her memories in the bustle of her surroundings.

That was lovely - thank you! (and sad.) Have a good day, Cathy ~~

Terri - the gift of a great writer is being able to make their readers feel their emotions - and you my dear lady and friend - you are a genius - your words have moved many of us to tears and those of us lucky enough to have read more of your work have chuckled. You brought Christmas to ALL our hearts and we are waiting for this years stories from Marigold - much love and great appreciation She your friend and fan. xx

Oh Terri thats beautiful - l do hope you are putting all these stories into a book, you really are gifted. This one brought a tear to my eyes - like you it could be me in years to come and it is so very sad cause there are so many Maggies out there, so many memories!!! Jude s wales

Hi Terri, It's great to see you back again. What a beautiful sad poem! I too, am looking forward to Santa's cleaning lady's stories. My young niece can now read so I shall have fun copying and sending them to her so she can read them to her little brother. hugs Lindy