G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer.
I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.
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Maybe, you need to, see that there’s a new life, waiting beyond the one that holds your heart, and, just, put one foot in front of the other, and keep repeating, until you can, finally walk with your head held high, or to the point, that when you need to turn around and look backwards, and, feel, no more, grief…
Such a beautiful and heart-touching posting of photo, poem and song.
Carole is still with you in heart, memories and is so proud of you.
I know the missing, the void, and the pain/grief can be difficult especially certain days (dates) of the year. 😦
(((HUGS))) 💜💜💜
I love that photo of Carole. ❤️
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Yes, it was our wedding day and she was more radiant than normal 💕
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Beautiful and so romantic 💘
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💕😊😉💜 … Violet was our wedding colour 💜
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Great film clip too Ivor
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Thank you Brian, and yes, a powerful version of ‘Mr Sandman’
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That is a fine portrait of Carole – I don’t think I’ve seen it before
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Thank you for your lovely words, Derrick
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Maybe, you need to, see that there’s a new life, waiting beyond the one that holds your heart, and, just, put one foot in front of the other, and keep repeating, until you can, finally walk with your head held high, or to the point, that when you need to turn around and look backwards, and, feel, no more, grief…
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Just feeling a bit nostalgic today … fifty 50 years ago we got engaged … 💕
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A very moving poem
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Thank you for your very kind words, Sadje 💕
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You’re most welcome
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So beautiful Ivor. And I get it 🥹
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Yes, the memories shall always dwell within us, Linda 💕
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Yes, they will Ivor. Seems like with each passing year they have more meaning. Be well, my friend! 😊
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“My hands are full of memories and rhymes”💕😍🌏
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❤️🥹
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An interesting idea, Ivor
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Thank you, Robbie 💕
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❤
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Such a beautiful and heart-touching posting of photo, poem and song.
Carole is still with you in heart, memories and is so proud of you.
I know the missing, the void, and the pain/grief can be difficult especially certain days (dates) of the year. 😦
(((HUGS))) 💜💜💜
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Yes … it was 50 years ago when we got engaged 💕💜
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Aw! So sweet! 🙂
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