My maid my maid, where have you been? Well fadder, I’ve been to Ireland and back again My maid my maid, where have you been? Well mudder, I’ve been to Scotland and back again Why, why have you come back to this place if I may ask Because it’s the one place on earth, where…
As I unwrap each ornament, a memory comes to mind Each one has a certain spot on the tree, they are one of a kind There are really old ones, new ones, and homemade ones too My ornaments are precious and almost all blue Admired and requested for, once they are seen Apologies have to…
Did you have one when you were a lass Most young maids in Newfoundland did, but that’s all in the past In it were blankets, towels, face cloths and such Some pots and pans, but of that not too much More like kitchen accessories, can openers, and special cutlery Homemade and knitted, crocheted items were…
My Aunt Verna Spracklin (nee Hogan) suggested a Christmas in August-Fam reunion at ‘The Shop/aka Rainbow Room’ in Northern Bay, CBN, NL. Here is a a pic of the outcome-a great time was had by all who attended from all over Canada. Submitted By: Alicia “Celeste” Loughrey
My muse is no more<br /> His comments on my poems, I adored<br /> I have not written a poem since he took ill<br /> I hope he is getting better, I cannot tell<br /> He inspired and challenged me to write to my heart’s content<br /> He also encouraged me, quite the gent<br />…
I always daydream of thee I dream of thee every night before I fall asleep I sense thee in my most deepest subconscious I wake up from the dream, hoping to repeat it I can feel the essence of thee, still lingering on me I taste your taste and smell your smell I close my…
Christmas sooo many years ago with my Aunt and dad-me looking lovingly up at my daddy-Love all the tinsel~ Submitted By: Alicia “Celeste” Loughrey
Well the price of the crab is good this season <br /> But the quota is down not sure the reason <br /> The fishermen they’re a frettin’ <br /> Not so sure what they’re gettin’ <br /> Some substantial reductions depending the region Submitted By: Alicia “Celeste” Loughrey
"Why did I fear it so when I was a young maid? <br /> I thought I wanted or needed to get away from the ‘Fishing Village’ life back then. <br /> All I saw of it was desperation and mostly poverty. <br /> There was never enough money to have seconds at supper, or…
Strong hands that kiss their fingers to touch the shoulder of their love before they leave <br /> Hands that make the morning coffee <br /> Hands that drive the truck to the wharf <br /> Hands that prepare the boat and untie the ropes <br /> Hands that pull nets full of fish <br…
