My Beloved London

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It is not common for me to post at this time, as it is quite late here in London. But I have something on my mind. It is with a heavy heart that I write this.

Some of you may have heard about what happened in my beloved London today. (If you want to read about it, click here).

(I wrote on Facebook): ‘My heart goes out to the families of the deceased, and may those who were injured recover swiftly’.

Thank you to wonderful Tony (at Tony Burgess blog) and amazing Amy T (Picking Up the Pieces) for checking in on Little Yum-Yum and I on Facebook. I really appreciate it.

For the past few hours, I have been hearing search helicopters, as there was a crowd of police and a ‘lock down’ at Kennington Tube Station. (Click here to view).

For those who follow my son’s blog, it was only Friday (17.03.17 – 5 days ago) that I posted it was a glorious day, so we went to Kennington park (see image from his blog below).


Whilst I do not live in Kennington, this is just too close to home.

I want to swear. I want to cry. I want to hide forever. I want to shout. I want to scream.

But most of all, I want World Peace.

I can’t take this any more. As I listen to the helicopter circulating, I look at my innocent son, worried about his future. And the thing is nowhere is safe as this bulls**t is happening everywhere.


World Peace.

It’s not just London; I think this way about every single tragic event I read about all over the world.

This beautiful world we live in, but humans choose to self-destruct.

I’m drawing to a close now, as I am finding it difficult to type through the tears, pain and sorrow. (Please accept my apologies in advance for any typos). I just want to ‘say’ one last thing.

I pray every single night. Sometimes, I simply thank Him for my blessings, because I feel guilty for asking  for too much. More often than not though, my prayers are long. I even pray for the same things when I go to Mass Friday mornings. At times, some of the things I pray for change. But one thing does not…

I pray for God to help mankind. And I’ll never stop praying for that.

Stay safe. Stay well.

Good night folks.

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I love this. Beautiful poem.

Full Of Roses Inspirationals


Ruby red, the color of the stripes He bore
Draped across, waving glory, at attention I adored
White Crystal color, were the stripes and stars
Displaying his presence and light
A symbol that lights up the night
Ocean blue the water that cleanses our souls
The back drop to the stars we’ve come to know
His banner over us, flaps in the wind
I hear the words, the little boy said
One nation under God, as his tears fell
For his father he lost, fighting for our freedom
It’s the reason a hero is declared
Prepared for us the life we now live
What one lifes sacrifice can give
I see a symbol of God, laid over his father
As to say you are honored
He gave His life for us, as did Christ
The ultimate sacrifice and glory
Leaving a longing, a pride that pushes us through
What he…

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