Confessions of an Author

Love by Anne E. Thompson No more, Do I carve big hearts in the sand. Neither do I scribble our names entwined. Nor do I keep your photo’ under my pillow. Nor chant your name like a rhyme in my head. I do not whisper about you with friends, Nor blush when I hear your voice. I do not loiter in the places you may pass, Nor practice smiles for you before a mirror. Yet still, My heart thrills at the sound of your laughter, And I watch the clock when your arrival is near. I am content when I manage to please you, And I watch your face when you drive or read. I learn every wrinkle that creases your smile, And I bend to your moods as they change. For though time may mellow and age us, My love for you remains The same. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx If you enjoyed this, why not sign up to follow my blog? Poems, articles and a life full of family, animals and frequent disaster! anneethompson.com xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Love 1 by Anne E Thompson No more, Do I carve big hearts in the sand. Neither do I scribble our names entwined. Nor do I keep your photo’ under my pillow. Nor chant your name like a rhyme in my head. I do not whisper about you with friends, Nor blush when I hear your voice. I do not loiter in the places you may pass, Nor practice smiles for you before a mirror. Yet still, My heart thrills at the sound of your laughter, And I watch the clock when your arrival is near. I am content when I manage to please you, And I watch your face when you drive or read. I learn every wrinkle that creases your smile, And I bend to your moods as they change. For though time may mellow and age us, My love for you remains The same. ••• You can follow my blog at: anneethompson.com

One Little Life One Little Life We had rats. Anyone who has poultry and a pond has rats. If you also have several mild winters, you then have a rat problem. Mr Rat Catcher came with traps and poison, but we still had a rat problem. So, we decided to get cats. We found some cats that had been born in a stable, not feral as they had been well cared for, but they were used to living outside. We bought two, Milly and Molly, brought them home, and put them in the garage. For three days, I didn’t see them, and wondered if they had escaped! Then I took the dog into the garage with me, and two tiny kittens tentatively appeared. They had been raised on a farm with German Shepherd dogs, and they recognised Kia as a friend. Gradually they learned to like us too. When they were bigger, they moved to their home in the workshop. Two cats weren’t really enough to cure the rat problem, so we didn’t spey Milly and Molly. After about eighteen months, both were pregnant. Between them, the...