I am a widow for almost two years now, and began to write
because I felt I needed something to take up my time, and it was very theraputic for me, but now find I am enjoying it very much and it has become a haven for myself.
I lost my only daughter eight years ago, and I am raising her
son who has just turned twenty, and we live together as an
odd couple, each enjoying our own hobbies, and loving and missing the two most important people in our lives.
I also like to take pictures and paint, oil painting, and making long lasting friendly relationships,
I have gone through a lot of serious illnesses but attitude
has kept me safe, or someone is watching over me, I think
perhaps a bit of both. I enjoy good health and feel very
fortunate for that.
I have three sons that are wonderful, each takes care of ‘
me in a different way, a blessed mixture of their father.
I have thirteen grandchildren, ten girls and three boys,
and eight great grandchildren, and another on the way.
I know I am going to enjoy RedBubble, have a lot of friends
here already.
Elsie Duggan is a member of Floral Watercolours! and Pastels! (2 a day ), All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Dearly Departed, Everyday Women, Light In The Darkness, Live, Love, Dream, Love & Romance , Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Mature Woman, Oil Painting, Painters In Modern Times, Paintings From Beginners and WMG.
In the massive expanse of the universe, endless as it seems I often go exploring With the speed of light in dreams I feel light as a feather, Lifted by drafts of air gong higher Wher…
Whispers heard on a summer’s night Clear as rinsed crystals Linger in my ears and take my mind back To youth and joy,dancing with cymbals My shoes were red patent leather With ver…
Throughout her lifetime she was blessed By things no one could explain Good things came and good things went None ever had a name A childhood full of love and joy From parents that were…
Written for a picture I took of a dawn, made me think of these words,
As a child I wondered, after eighty I am still pondering on the meaning of it all, so / very tantalizing to the mind.
I wrote this poem when my brother was dying from Altzheimer disease