We Remember

They fought hard and long

To achieve those freedoms

Fighting and killing others

That hurt their very souls

They fought to save their countries

From tyranny and evil intent

They gave up their home lives

Their families and soil

To fight for kin and country

To save the world

They gave much

Now we revere them

Remember them

Immortalize them

We shall not forget

Their sacrifice

From sun up

To sundown

Each day we remember

Their forfeit

And honour their lives 

©Sheilagh Lee November 11, 2014

Family

Though the sun grows cold

And the earth welcomes you

We shall no forget your sacrifice

Your bravery, your valour

Will be remembered

Your gentle welcoming smile

Your glowing good nature

Shall not be forgotten

But revered and retained

In the memories and hearts

Of the nation

We will tell stories

In history books of you

The remembrance of

A life taken too soon

A child now without a father

We shall gather you both

To our hearts and minds

For you are our family

Canadian soldier, brave and strong

Our love pours out for you.

©Sheilagh Lee October 28, 2014

They gave their lives for their country and we are indebted to them for their bravery and valour.

Tears for our soldiers

Tears fall from my eyes 

My heart full

I grieve for you

You represented Canada

Your head held high

You guarded against

Those who sought to harm

Your life you gave

 Freely to protect

Our way of life

You are our heroes

We can but offer

Our prayers and tears

That you are lost to us

Taken by evil

They think we will lay down

We will not succumb

We will not be silenced

Or dismissed

We will fight for our rights

That women and men 

Fought hard for

We are Canadian

Strong and free

We love our country

We stand on guard for thee.

As you did with your lives for us

We shall not forget

Nor will we slumber

But guard against those

Who took your lives

So your sacrifice

Shall not be in vain.

©Sheilagh Lee October 22, 2014 

RIP Cpl Nathan Cirrillo at the War Memorial and the soldier Warrant officer, Patrice Vincent who was murdered by the driver of a car.
They gave their lives for their country and we are indebted to them for their bravery and valour.

Toronto Football Club

Red and gold they’re our men

They’ll defeat Chivas or nobody can

Fighting in the corners

Running down the line

No offsides, no terror of losing

Though it’s all on the line

For #TFC is fearless

They’ll give it their all

For their fans are behind

Them all the way

Game face on

We support the #Reds

Our love for our team

Cheers for #TFC

Jeers for the enemy

At  every  game.

©Sheilagh Lee September 21, 2014

No Bloody Big Deal?

This poem is just my opinion as a disgruntled TFC fan. 

From YouTube the announcement 

No Bloody Big Deal?

Strumming our pain

With lots of firings

No coach, no underlings

Gone with the stoke of a pen

Ryan Nelson has departed 

Dafoe will leave?

Bradley next?
We wait and see

What bloody big deal?

The Brits aren't spitting out their tea

They're saying told you so

Didn't I say it wouldn’t last?

They turn to their mate 
And demand 

You owe me a fiver
After all

What do Canucks know?

About football?

It seems all we're good for
 is filling the seats
So we cheer who cares?
Not the MLSE 
Just pay your money and go
They don't want your opinion
They'll do as we please
After all it's about the bottom line

Toronto fans crying in their beer
Wondering

Where is the bloody big deal?

 We all were sold?

Why do they always

Take loyalty for granted

Why betray the fans?

We’re hoping for playoffs

Instead we get sackings

Tears and emotional pain

Is there a chance now?
The battle cry

Because the playoffs are 

The bloody big deal

For unwavering loyalty

Toronto FC fans

Portray, all season
Bleeding red 

Till the last game

We'll cheer them on
And feel the pain
As the season ends

©Sheilagh Lee  August 31, 2014

The Comedian

The Comedian

“Shut up, that’s not true.”

We yell and we scream

Reading the news

The man who entertained us

Gone in the blink of an eye

He made us laugh and cry

A part of our lives

Streaming in movies, shows

In our living rooms

Could not be dead

We cry tears we yell

And we grow angry

All the stages of grief

We feel like he is family

This funny man

Yet the comedian

Cried tears of a clown

And we heard him not

No one could touch the darkness

That yelled deep within him

 I’m not good enough

No one cares about me

The voice cried

Let me die

Let me die

The companion, that awful cloud

That hovers amongst us

Unknown and unwanted

It burrowed and took the life

From a good person

Who couldn’t resist its sirens’ call

We wish he could have reach out

And see the adoration now shown for him

See the difference he made

We wish we could turn back time

And reach out to him

Show him friendship and devotion

Show him that he was loved.

Too little, too late

Don’t let this be the cry

Make a difference

In his name.

©Sheilagh Lee  August 14, 2014 for thursday threads

RIP Robin Williams 

If you are suffering and feel like committing suicide please contact one of the agencies in this post http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines

or call the police for help.

Three Word Wednesday- The tears of a clown

The tears of a clown

Hidden from view
Smiles in place

Humour its bane

In silence, he holds the pain

Bursting at the seams

Alcohol he drinks

Drugs he takes to ease his pain

He gets help, gets clean.
He makes movies, to amuse
Mercenary he is not

He tells jokes 

Everyone loves him

But deep down inside
The pain is not eradicated

A voice says he doesn’t matter

No one can reach him

The pain is all he feels

He spirals to that dark place

No one can find

He drinks to dull the pain
Feels he can't be squeamish
After the cuts
Are too dull
The decision his
And his darkness' alone

He kills himself
Hanging in the wind

The masses learn the news

They cry out in pain and grief

What no, it cannot be

Then share how much

He was loved

Too little, too late
He cannot feel the love

Only his family comforted

From the outpouring of love.

©Sheilagh Lee  August 11, 2014

RIP Robin Williams 

If you are suffering and feel like committing suicide please contact one of the agencies in this post http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines

or call the police for help.

Happy Father's Day Dad

Dad you held your hand in mine

And helped me walk

You showed me generosity

Kindness and love

As you offered the shirt off your back

To people time and again

To any one of your children

You offered your all

You had your flaws

Who is perfect?

But you were my Dad

And I looked up to you

And you were always

There to protect me

Love me and guide me

How I miss you

But I know the lessons

That you shared

Will live on in generations

To come.

©Sheilagh Lee  June 15, 2014

Fibro Warrior #fibroawarenessday

Three Word Wednesday- Fibro Warrior

Burn, verb: Be or cause to be destroyed by fire; damage or injury by heat or fire; to be possessed by (a desire or emotion); use as a type of fuel; feel or cause to feel sore, hot or inflamed, typically as a result of illness or injury; noun: An injury caused by exposure to heat or flame.

Hue, noun: A color or shade; the attribute of a color by virtue of which it is discernible as red, green, etc., and which is dependent on its dominant wavelength, and independent of intensity or lightness; character; aspect.

Moral, adjective: Concerned with the principles of right and wrong behavior and the goodness or badness of human character; concerned with or derived from the code of interpersonal behavior that is considered right or acceptable in a particular society; examining the nature of ethics and the foundations of good and bad character and conduct; holding or manifesting high principles for proper conduct; noun: A lesson, esp. one concerning what is right or prudent, that can be derived from a story, a piece of information, or an experience. 

May 12th is International ME/CFS & FM Awareness Day in honour of that day and the fact that this week is International  ME/CFS & FM Awareness Week I wrote this

 for more info on this disease http://www.disabled-world.com/health/fibromyalgia/

Fibro Warrior

My limbs burn with pain

My head feels heavy

The hue of melancholy

Is upon me  

As I bemoan my fate

Of continuously fighting

This foe

Who steals away

My strength, my energy

What moral right

Does this disease

Have to take

Away my life

And bring such strife

I do not know

But 

I take back

My inner strength

Putting unknown

Untapped energy

Back into

My core

For I know that

I will not surrender

To melancholy

I will fight

With everything I am

To appear normal again

To continue living my life

To the fullest

To be happy

To achieve

My goals

Despite the pain

For I am

A warrior at heart

This battle I shall win

No matter the time

To survive another day

Without pain.

With energy to spare.

 ©Sheilagh Lee May 7, 2014

Heart of a Warrior

You were different

You were strong

You were proud

You had a hard life

But survived challenges

 That would cripple

Most

You were magical

To a young child

With stories dramatic

Full of fantasy

Wonder and life

No story as acrid

As your young existence

Your father should have been quarantined

His fists should have been stopped

His dramatic acts blocked

But you survived

All the men who didn’t

Love you enough

And settled for the love
From nieces and nephews,children 
Grandchildren, and great-grandchildren

To whom you gave your all

All loyalty, all encompassing

Returned to you tenfold

By all who loved you

Then mourned your passing

And remember you

Grandma, Olive I miss you still.

Happy Birthday 

©Sheilagh Lee April 30, 2014