Sunday, 8 November 2015


He found her in the sodden paddock, crying
her face and arms covered in mud.
He moved towards her, slowly,
taking her in his arms, ever so gently.
No words needed, none would be heard..
they'd been here before.
Slowly, they made their way back
to the old barn, filled with hay.
She wouldn't go to the house, not today.
As he helped her to sit, she pulled away.
He stepped back, watching from the shadows
his heart aching.
He wondered how long this would be
it mattered not, he would wait.
He owed her his life, she waited for him.
It'd been so long ago, in the fields of France.
He'd lain, covered in mud
near the village of Pozieres
all hope fading, till he felt her soft hand
wiping his brow and a cool, wet cloth touching his lips.
She'd almost stumbled over him
while searching for food in her father's field.
His next memory was of resting in a barn
half covered in old blankets and hay.
She nursed him back to health
over three long months
then helped him to get back to his unit. 

He returned, years after, to see the girl who saved him
she, no longer a girl, he, no longer a boy
but united forever.
They settled into farm life, far away
but the fields of France never left them.
He'd wait, she'd return, till the next time.

(c) Crissouli Nov 9, 2015

Tuesday, 27 October 2015



'twas a just wee drop, yor'oner
just  a wee drop..
with a house full of dotes 
and my man oft away
          sure, 'twas just a wee drop.
             I'm a respectable woman, yor'oner
            'twas just a wee drop for me nerves.
             My man's an upstanding gentleman
              please don't use his name here m'lord
              use me godgiven name, please yor'oner
            I won't drink a drop any more 
                Oh, thank you, yor'honer, yor worship
            Sure I'll find the 5s for poor!
                     (c) Crissouli October 2015

Inspired by a TROVE post...

Saturday, 17 October 2015



Slowly, quietly, the days have slipped by 
tumbling together, till they became a year.
A year without you, can that be true
can you really have left us all behind?
I cannot remember a time 
when you weren't helping others
sometimes at great cost to your family time
or even your health
though you would never let on.
You left us a great legacy
of caring for others, of doing your best
of sharing whatever you could...
but most of all, your love of family.

Rest peacefully with Mum, Dad..
till we meet again.

© Crissouli October 18, 2015

Thursday, 27 August 2015



I watched it, but I missed it
and it will never come again
I write because I love it
 I do now.. and way back then.
The words they come a'tumbling
I do not know from where
They pop in whene'er they want to
No matter what, without a care
I find it better to release them
For they are happy when I share..
Just three short years I've been here
sharing happy thoughts and sad
if you care to join and follow
I will try to make you glad.

(c) Crissouli Aug 2015

Saturday, 22 August 2015



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Smiles all round 
as the wonderful notes of Moonlight Serenade
wafted across the courtyard
toes tapped, fingers too
as Patty played her favourite tune.
She seemed lost in time
as she sat with her newspaper, in the sun
her ever present notebook on her lap.
The music faded away and Patty slept
not responding to the lunch call.

"Not to worry, she can have it later..."

"Time for a cuppa, I'll wake her now..."

A gentle touch, then quiet tears
Patty clutched a photo of her and her sweetheart
dancing in uniform.
on her notebook, the words
'seventy years ago, please, just one more time'

Dance on, dear Patty, dance on forever...

(c) Crissouli August 23, 2015

Wednesday, 24 December 2014



Sleepy eyes, and yawning now
My Christmas work is done..
Time to rest and dream awhile
To prepare for all the fun.
No children here to greet the dawn
Nor to scream with sheer delight
For they have stepped to adulthood
Just the two of us tonight…

A quieter time it is for sure
But that won't last for long
We'll gather all the Christmas gifts
And go to join the throng
Of family waiting to welcome us
With smiles and hugs and lovely wishes
Great thing about getting older
You get the fun, but not the dishes!

© Crissouli Dec 24 2014