#ASMSG HEARTFELT BARING ALL (Volume One) is now in Paperback Edition

HEARTFELT BARING ALL (VOLUME ONE)

IS NOW IN PAPERBACK EDITION

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#ASMG BACKTRACKING

BACK TRACKING

Take from the book of poems

‘Heartfelt Baring All’

This back is turned and not for turning around

I sit quietly here within this beauty spot

I have contemplated, anticipated and considered

Every angle that has been humanly possible

But for once there is a need to back track

A very, very short going back

There was no beauty, love that adorned

That wayward, unruly errant world

Now all I see is beauty that surrounds me

Filling this world with such wondrous glee

The only reflections that will be taking place

Will be the ones in the wondrous rivers, streams

The flowers, the trees, all carefree

Like this inward spirit should be

Happiness abound, no boundaries around

Love with all my heart, oh this shall never depart

So if you see me looking back

It’s only to backtrack for a little while

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

18^th May 2013

All Rights Reserved

#ASMSG The Waning Moon

THE WANING MOON

Taken from the book of poems

‘Dreams to Follow’

The waning moon

Is going too soon!

Its brilliance as a glistening silvery white

Has gone with the night

The stars are lingering, bringing delight

A sailor setting his course

A route that will steer them to lands far, far away

The waning moons reflection showing their direction

Keeping their eyes on course with the skyline

The rippling waves

Flowing, swelling, rising and falling

So softly, gently

Not a breath of wind can be felt

And here I stand and watch this splendor

Unfolding, enfolding me

Like a warm embrace

The air is so warm reflecting the waning moons

Brilliance, excellence

I will stay here till daybreak

Listen; watch all the sounds that will appear

And the waning moon disappear

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

17^th May 2013

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#ASMSG Now I have this story

Now I have this story of love and glory

Nothing gory I might add

Not a hint of sadness just heaps of gladness

Gladness that fills the heart and soul

No sourness, bitterness, unhappiness

It is a joyful song that I am writing 

Bringing lightness, brightness, happiness

So whilst I leave you to your day with love coming your way

Remember and never forget I am only heart beat away 

(c) Teresa Joseph Franklin

#ASMSG REMINISCING

REMINISING

Taken from the ‘Heartfelt Baring All’

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

Whilst reminiscing, missing

I tinker at the piano keys and strings

A soft melody begins

A melody once sang and played

Played, played softly gently

Like a whisper in the wind

Never ending, never ceasing

A reflection, a replication

This can never, ever be reproduced

It was so special, exceptional, and individual

It was a love so undying, undeniable

Unquestionable, beautiful

You had me enthralled, entranced and enchanted

This world was filled with your beauty

Your charm, where I never came to any harm

Melody, melody! Oh what a tune!

You sang, sung, you hummed

You warbled, with a wobbled voice

My love, my sweet love my choice

Here I sit reminiscing

Missing you by the miles, your smiles

One day we will be reunited

With love and tenderness

Caress, caress embrace

With no departing

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

14^th May 2013

All Rights Reserved

#ASMSG Extract from the Wishing Well (NEW)

“Christabelle please tell me what is preying on your thoughts today? You seemed distracted since you came back from visiting a client”

“Dearest mother it is nothing much, time will tell if Mrs Gladstone passes my name in her circles as a dressmaker, she seemed quite pleased with the outcome of her dress, she loved the style with the lace around the neckline, and the full length skirting that would not drag on the ground getting muddy or dirty. But she seemed to be hesitant, not sure or certain that I could fulfil the amount of work on my own here within our cottage, and she also said maybe I need more help especially with the amount of clients that she would recommend me to. Oh mother what do I do? I really would like to be a successful dress maker more than anything else, but she is right in what she is saying. There is no way that I can afford to take on an extra pair of hands, also there is no room here to do it all. Father is home early most days and he does what he can and when he can, but we cannot expect him to do what we womenfolk do can we?

“Christabelle stop fretting my child. I have been thinking about this for a very long time now. There is a way around this. I know and realise that we do not have sufficient space within the cottage, but look outside there is a small stoned flat roofed building that is not in use, father keeps it for his tools I am sure that he could easily make some space for you in there. He could make you a table, a chair to sit on, shelves for all you materials. There is plenty of light that comes through that great tall and wide window; curtains can be easily made for privacy and keep the chill out too. So do not fret leave it with me and I will have words with father”

“But what of the workload mother there is much to do and coming my way hopefully”

“Christabelle have you forgotten I am here to help as and when I can, there is manier helping hand around the village who would be willing also to help you out and then if the clientele builds up then you can afford a seamstress pay them a decent wage. Go and find out what they actually do, some may be good shirt makers, my worried child you can see what I mean now, the load is not so burdensome, smile you will see. Now let’s not fret we have a long, long day ahead of us”