Original Musings by Felicity Fox

One day love will cry for you but love is never lost, just missed. Original Musings by Felicity Fox ©

She is a Woman by Felicity Fox

She was his wife, he was her husband. She was a mother, they were her children. She was a fighter, he a worker. She lives on, now he’s gone. Her friends, her brothers and sisters too, all her world. Brave is she, Strong is she, She is a woman to me. Original Musings by Felicity

When Cinders went to the Ball

On the rare occasion when I don’t have two attachments clinging onto me, I found myself sipping Prosecco in one trendy hotspot. Like an enthusiastic tourist, I’m taking in the sights. And there are some sights. Bottoms have made a reappearance this season, but it’s not to everyone’s taste. I speak to anyone who talks

Lullaby

Cuddle into me tonight, Close your eyes and take flight. Rest your head, It’s time for bed. Sighing deep, love complete. Whispering you’re not alone, Nestled safely in your home. The need to write and not forget. Love is here, Hold me near.

I am Love by Felicity Fox ‘s blog

Stop looking for something else, I am love. Stop dreaming of yesteryear, I am here. Stop wanting more, I am everything. Love me, for I am love. p.s. more musings from Felicity Fox

Rose-Lilly by Felicity Fox

Rose-Lilly Some babies have no names, Rose-Lilly. Some don’t make it, others are willed to live. I want to put you under a tree, looking up a heaven. There’s no place to mark your passing. No one knows your name. No heartbeat, no more. No expectation, no due date. And every now and then I

A Fleeting Moment by Felicity Fox

There’s a picture of my friend and I. A fleeting moment, but a beautiful one. Her hand grasped upon my wrist. Her day not mine, but yet she is holding me. Eyes down, not sad, consumed. She radiates, the other consumes. Few words are spoken, but it’s enough. Her gift to make each feel special,

Snug as a bug in a rug by Felicity Fox

It doesn’t lift, nip or tuck. It is the single most unattractive garment. Unless you’re 2, but even that’s no excuse. It’s pitiful. Who wants to see lumps and bumps, twinkles and nipples? Not me. Lycra, ban it. Stretched to the max, it doesn’t sculpt or shape. Men in particular, red speedos are an abhorrent blight

13 Lowfield Road by Felicity Fox

Etched in my memory is 13 Lowfield Road. Too young to understand or judge, writing to you I sent my letters. Kept in your pocket one after another, and I kept writing. On the day you died one arrived, but you will never know. Rolling your ciggies, sitting close, sneaking out of mass for a

When I’m not There by Felicity Fox

  It’s not the badge that you wear, Nor the scroll that you hold, It’s calling him a star, It’s who you are. It’s the time that you give, The love that you bring, The heart that you show, The pain that you hide. It’s every day that you’re there, It’s his eyes at your