Author Archives: Sharon-Elizabeth

About Sharon-Elizabeth

I pray that you can find some inner solace from my lovingly inspired the love, and aspiration for and of the written word; to create inspiration of grace and beauty.

Fish and Chips Twice

I’m sitting in the park here eating fish ‘n’ chips
Serenaded by choral sounds
Sweetening each, and every morse, as
Drop by drop and down and down flows the liquid to each beat.

Memories of long ago we as tots with eager sit
With excitement, mouths salivating, as each and singular aroma flowed.
“Fish and chips twice” came bellowing o’er the sounds
Fryers (and their shakers), and the clattering of the pans –
Crescending down came clash, and crackles
as each new plate was served.

“What will be your sweet fancy, today dear lads ‘n’ lassies?” was heard,
voiced came our replies “bangers ‘n’ chips four please, Uncle Jim”
Voiced in perfect unison, came our swift reply.
“And you my dearest lady – beauty and serene, what shall be your sweet palate … ?”
But before our mum had chance to answer four loud giggles went Uncle Jim’s way.

“Fish and chips please Jim sir” , purposely went out came her reply
for back when we were all younger did
our much-loved mother have
the bestest EVER perfect sense of humour –
But not before her blushed pinked cheeks
and sea-blue crystal sparkled eyes –
Our Mother.

(c) Sharon-Elizabeth Walker 2017

The Song of the Blackbird

The Song of the Blackbird echoes around
Calling to all who hears her sound.
Beckoning souls tranquility brings
Gifts of joy softening spirits, on blended wings.

The song of the blackbirds beckons us come
united in pure harmony of sound.
Majestically honours each new day brings
As hearing, and blending her melodious calls.

So thankfully, full of begratitudes come
Yet, sharing her beauty, without going astray –
to anyone, everyone who comes by her way.

Thank you dear God for pleasing of joy
Please now we ask Thee –
please bless us to share these moments of joy.

(c) Sharon-Elizabeth Walker 2017

I Wish

I wish I could just pick up the phone and share my day with you.
I wish time expanse could close the bridge of time, spread out.
I wish life’s lonely curves could be, shared with loving hugs
As you say there, there my love all will be well real soon.

I wish this life on earth can be one full of happiness, not misery.
I wish that simply wishing can make all our dreams come true –
By wishing all life’s ill and hate, cast out , set free
Our wishing hearts and souls which yearn
in reality all make be.

(c) Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2017

I’m not scared at all

Pitter patter goes the rain,
and thunder begins to roar
The power’s out
The heating’s crashed
But I’m not scared at all.

It’s getting a lot darker
And Baker begins to howl.
The midnight owl’s dawning cry
Echos throughout.
I’m not scared at all?!?

Lightening strikes not once, but twice
Shadows wait in wings of light.
Creekin’ footsteps up the stairs.
Heart beats pound in my head
I begin to dread.

With an ounce of time,
With all my might I cry
-Dad, Dad, Dad, dad come running up the stairs,
I give him a big hug
And I tell him that I’m now scared.

By Naomi-Rose Walker, age 10 years (my daughter)

© Naomi-Rose Walker, 2015 (11th Sept. 2015)

Cockerel’s First Autumn’s Calling

I’ve just heard the autumn’s first cockerel callin’-
Even though it’s sleight of hand.
Them, the chimes of ma’ ol’ granddad’s clock vibratin’
The old forgotten patterned tiles
Lying lost, and all forlorn in
In the cold, dark, dampened hallway…
Here, now I stand this ‘ere
Heard the cockerel’s first autumn’s calling-
Now that winter’s frozen depths,
Does autumn’s cockerel’s call
Warn of winter’s impeding,
Freezing
Winter’s harm,
Cockerel’s first autumn’s calling.

© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2014

Perched Upon the Rooftop

Perched upon the rooftop proudly looking on
What life is blessed to offer, to all who moan
and groan.
Radiant shades of golden gleam
and touched by grace of God.
Behold are nature’s palettes, kissed by gentle care
As not to dismiss each delicately framed –
Nature’s art of bark
With shaded, crisped orange-blended gold-
A kiss of baited sunset-blessed crimson,
Bloodstained autumn shredding leaves,
Robins perched, delicate in care,
Or wake of nature’s balanced, critical.

© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2014

I Miss You Mum

I miss you mum, more than words can say
I miss your wry smile, as you heard me pray
To God above to keep us warm, to keep us safe
from the night storm.
I miss the smell of your home-cooked bread
Placed upon the dinner table just as I came home.
I miss picking up the phone, after a long hard day
To hear how very much, to you
to hear my voice telling you I love you
and hold our special love dear.
I miss your giggles, laughter full of glee
As I tell you stories of how the children have been that day.
I miss you mum, but I pray to God, up high above
To keep you held within His love
To hold you dear now that I’m gone
from tight within your arms,
I trust in God to love right back
And keep you safe from harm.
I miss you mum, more than words can say

© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2014