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Connecting The Years

The memories connect the past and the present. Its an entire story, each life. Sometimes the paragraphs are years ongoing, and suddenly the last words are written. Time and life can seem long but there is a connector between the beginning and end. The connector joins each year seamlessly together, and therein lies our memories.

Let me Connect the years…

When I was six, my world seemed vast

The swing was how I travelled fast.

At ten and twelve I was ready to live my dreams

Believing that my life would be all I wanted it to be.

Then when sixteen came around, I left home in a rush

My time here on earth was a card game holding a straight flush.

Well soon enough came eighteen, with a baby on the way

Life had many challenges I was preparing to slay.

At twenty had two sons, and wishful dreams of ever after,

Five years later those dreams were a disaster!

The struggle was real, then I turned twenty-eight,

My daughter was brewing, a beautiful baby on the way.

Finally, thirty came, and I struggled some more,

But had even more dreams in transit, and my house at thirty-four.

Thirty-six was the year I struck out with some risks

Forty-three came around, and everything was a near miss.

The business did well, until it did not,

My health took a dive,

The story just never stops.

Fifty -two is my year, at least it looks that way to me

With a lot of experience and its time for my happy!

Everyone is much older, but the connector is there

The memories in my story,

Move from my head.

If your life gives you lemons,

Make some juice and drink it quick

There’s no time to lay awaiting

For the memories to be made!

24/09/2021

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Give Me Flowers

I love flowers. They are such a frivolous loving gesture with no practical thought of what could be done with the money; and the few times I have received them it has been one of the best feelings being on the receiving end. Yes, flowers can get me going -smile- and I remember gazing at bouquets delivered to the ladies at work with envy, happiness and sadness. Well, I did get some flowers, and you can read about it below- Give me flowers!

“Flowers look nice

They looked great on the table next to my own

Wished there was a bunch to take home

They did not belong to me

Yet I enjoyed them immensely

One single bouquet for me to gaze upon

Given by my colleagues, with whom I got along

Okay, there was no romance,

A lot of appreciation and care.

From the folks I worked with

And it gave me a lot of cheer.

Was quite a happy time

Which I remember fondly

Yes I got to take home a bouquet

It filled my heart with glee.”

21/09/2021

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Coconut Time and The Business

Entrepreneurship and starting a business is a long term commitment. It can take a short or long time to move from developing your idea, creating a plan, developing a business plan, and testing your model to go to market. There are many ways to approach your objective, and reach your goals, but one thing is sure – it will take time to grow.

Everyone has a different style and way of doing things, and business development does not always follow academic or theoretical guidelines, though it helps with preparation. Getting your business started takes action, and direction, simply put – you have to plant the seed for the tree to grow and bear fruit. If you never plant the seed, and keep your idea in ‘developing/ideation stage’ there is nothing to grow.

In business for growth to take place trade actions and initiatives have to be present. You have to get it out there, and engage your product/ service with consumers. Everyone may not buy what you’re selling/offering, but some one will. Just like the coconut tree, you have to brave the elements, good and harsh conditions, to start getting responses. One day you will achieve your goals, and the fruits of your labour will be manifested in profits.

Persistence, perseverance, patience and time – together with continuous action are needed on this journey!

Go get your coconuts!

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Donna-Luisa

“Give hope to all you meet and watch the world grow.”

New World/New Business

First published 15/07/2021 on donnaluisa.com

A Meadow Of Grace

The grassy bed up on the hill.

Was a place to escape

For my daily thrill.

To go outside away from it all

Was my secret place

With everyone around.

The space alone was under a tree,

With only the lizards to bother me.

You can see the grotto,

Where the priests would pray.

It was a sanctuary,

A place I wanted to stay.

You can call it a meadow, because of the ground

It’s what comes to mind if meadows are to be found.

Yet still if I consider

My Scottish retreat many years ago,

I walked through some meadows,

And never wanted to go home.

The air was very different, from my tropical breeze,

The birds and the sky seemed to envelope me.

Every moment I was able to run wild and free,

Was a moment I rejoiced for the blessing from Thee.

Blessed beyond measure, to discover another secret place,

Made for me by Jesus,

a meadow of grace.

8/06/2021

Inspired by a prompt from Eugi’s Causerie .

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Another Dance

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Another Dance

Move onto the floor

Gaze around in this place

Find the one who connects with you

As you seek to find your space.

Move your eyes to the left

With a smile and a glance

Sway gently to the sounds,

Its your music, so just dance.

Move your feet with a lift

Take your eyes away from him

Just focus on the sound

As you quickly move around.

Its your night, your time to shine

Your eyes revert to seek him out

Its okay to dance for him to see

Give him a dance for memory.

Dance, dance

It’s just another night to put on a show

Fast or slow no one else will know,

Don’t give into the eyes

That are waiting patiently

To return to the arms that forever will be

A reminder of the night when they first met

Dance my darling, life has no regrets.

25/04/2021

Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt has guided my thoughts, inspiring a passionate outpouring as above.

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Reflections

The past is never what it appears to be

Weighing pros and cons from my reverie.

The things gone by are a lesson for life,

Moving on with a future, uncertain of luck or strife.

As I reflect upon the things, I did in my past

These reflections are deep

Sometimes showing up for contrast.

Though I try to keep them from coming forward

It’s a struggle to not think of how things can have power

This journey I walk is always alone

For this very reason, ensured I have a home.

Reflecting on things I have not managed yet to do

Is a reminder that regrets sometimes - do follow you.

I’ve always wanted to be the best mother I could be

Not sure if you asked my kids, if they would agree.

There is never a day when I’ve forgotten my role

As a mother is forever, all over the world.

They are older, and no longer holding onto my skirts

Now, forever I reflect of God’s blessings with their birth!

19/04/2021

Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt has guided my thoughts, for my verses above.

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Thinking back

No longer playful

I used to be.

The trees always beckoned me.

Loved hiking, the water, trekking in the wild.

Playfully lit with spontaneous smiles.

No longer playful

I used to be.

Running a thousand steps, happily.

As the gates opened, my strides went to the line.

Playfully running; happiness was mine.

Forgot how to be playful

Probably too old to be.

It requires activity, that feels uneasy.

Got to get back that spark, and desire for fun

The clock has been ticking; its time for the sun.

Thinking back from the past

Reflections have begun,

On the days when playing was actually done.

Will book me a weekend, at a place far away

Hopefully I will find, some time to play!

Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt has inspired the above!

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