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My dearest, darling little brother

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❤️ Darling Brother M.K.A ❤️

My dearest, darling little brother,

I know, without a doubt, sweet brother, that you are enjoying Heaven and that you are in high spirits over there, yet I still must ask: “How are you?”

You were are the baby of the family and I am the eldest among us three siblings. You left us much too soon. My heart aches. No words can give me comfort, and no one can help drive away the pain.

Sad to say, I simply took it all for granted. I thought that there would be many more days, more weeks, months and years for sibling shenanigans – in fact, even on the day you left us, I was waiting to see your smiling face, when later that evening, on your arrival home, I’d carry out the same daily ritual…..I’d quickly demand the ‘password’ before letting you in. Of course, you knew there was no password and that I’d promptly open the door for you. But that daily drama had to be done.

I dearly miss that. It feels as if a bit of my heart has been taken away.

I vividly remember…… The sun set that evening. I waited for you, bro. I so wanted to see your smiling face. But that was never to be. God had other plans. We must submit to His will. Yet still, I can’t help wondering, why? It hurts enormously.

Why? .. Why? Questions sail on my flowing tears, the mist fogs up my vision. Deeply distressed. Bewildered. Baffled. Yet I realise, I must bow to His will, I must!

You left without even saying “goodbye” … Each morning, after breakfast, you’d leave for office at 8.10am, promptly. That day, within an hour, I received the dreaded phone call. A stranger calling to tell me that you were are no more.

Shocked. Numb. I am dumbstruck. I am stunned, shattered by the effect of the words. I feel as if I’m having a bad dream nightmare, and, in desperation I try to wake up. But, the reality hits me, wickedly, in the face. It is all true. This is real. I walk in my room, aimlessly, waiting for the facts to sink in.

This was a phone call I thought I would never receive, and words I would never hear. Because, somehow, the silly me always thought I’d be the first one to go. After all, I am the eldest – the old one.

Even though you were are our baby, yet you always took care of my problems and, like a true super hero, invariably found solutions to all the difficult happenings in my life. You were there at all times for me. And, yes, even now, you are here beside me. I honestly believe that.

I can sense your presence. I talk to you as if you’re sitting right next to me…..and yes, you surely are. God has been kind. He let us have you for fifty-three years, how blessed we were are! Greatly honoured. It was is a privilege having you belong to our family. Thank You, God, immensely.

I feel enormously blessed because whenever I think of you, I can only remember the happy times. And He graced us with countless! All the laughter, the giggles, innocent guffaws, those secret exchanges of knowing smiles after creating a blooper, and those stifled sniggers, still echo cheerily in my ears. Many a time I catch myself grinning broadly when recalling some of our escapades. God bless.

You’d tell people that: “Whenever my big sister rings me and, in a particular tone of voice, says, ‘Hello, MKA, are you there?’, I know that she’s committed a boo-boo somewhere!”

Haha, that’s so true. For whenever I’d done something catastrophic or bungled up somewhere, you, my darling brother – my knight in shining armour – would come riding on your white horse and rescue me – the dainty, delicate damsel in distress! Sigh. You knew me very well. Sigh. I miss you so.

I am remembering a childhood incident that took place in Yorkshire, England. Mum had taken us three siblings to watch Walt Disney’s ‘The Sword in the Stone.’

It turned out that you, little bro (at the tender age of four and a half, if you please!) were smitten by Queen Guinevere. You wished to be Sir Lancelot, the top knight of King Arthur’s Knights of the Round Table. Oh crikey, and what a dashing knight you turned out to be!

After the film, that day, you spent ages in your room, flapping cardboard, flicking crayons and flipping papers. Eventually, when you emerged from your room, what sight do we behold? Or, rather, who do we see?

Sir Lancelot! Yes. Little bro, our knight in shining armour, all dressed up, carrying a cardboard sword and a cardboard shield, bearing a name that was oh-so proudly emblazoned on the cardboard weapon of mass destruction: ‘Slanslot.’ …………. Aww.

One day, years back, Daddy asked you, beloved brother, to write a composition……a task you weren’t pretty fond of then, yet you acceded to parent’s request.

And your Pulitzer Prize winning essay went thus….

‘One day ten crows sat on a wall. They all fell off the wall. Then there were ten dead crows.’

End of story. Period. ……oh, the poor crows.

Huh? Well, whatever happened next, and whatever Daddy said, let suspense reign, eh, little brother? *wink*

Ah, dear little brother, while you lived and laughed amongst us, you generously sprinkled happiness and joy wherever you went. Your cheery grin embraced friends and family alike. Your compassion and kindness touched all those who knew you. Even the little stray kittens would come rushing to you, for despite coming home tired after a busy day at work, you would always have time to feed them their favourite dish – slices of bread dipped in milk.

God bless you, my darling. You’ve done us proud. You walked the earth with humility and gentleness. Your goodness enveloped all. God blessed us with you, a pure soul, a kindly being who spent fifty-three glorious, memorable years with us. Short they may have been, but my, what magnificence and purity we were blessed with – our precious MKA! Thank You, Lord.

Keep smiling, dearest one!

All my love, hugs and kisses,

Your loving big sis,

Deed xx

Maloquacious © 2017

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Slimy-cor-blimey Spooks are about!

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Look out! Watch out! Mind out!
Slimy-cor-blimey Spooks are about.

Witches fly, and snakes a-slither;
Ghouls glide, skim hither-thither.

Creepy-crawlies! Yikes! Shiver me timber!
Scorpions! Centipedes! Gosh, how they limber!

Cobwebs! Spiders! Ants, and what-not;
‘tis a trap, be warned, a bait, to catch us lot.

Asudden, Ghosts pop up – a deadly shock!
Be wary! Alert! Just toss ‘em a rock.

Ravens and crows, go flap a-screeching;
Bats and vampires, go bite a-bleeding.

Darkness, scary shapes….and eerie sounds;
Odours most foul, waft in the grounds.

Rattling bones, skinny skeletons, bulging eyeballs;
Jangling chains, roaches – but shush! I hear phone calls.

Hello? The telephone line crackles,
Oh no! The head wicked witch cackles…

Whaaat?? Warty’s keen to know: “Trick or Treating?”
Who, me? I fire back: “Ha! Safe in bed a-sleeping!”

 

Maloquacious © 2017

Farewell, Snow….it’s time to watch the flowers grow

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Snow! Get thee gone.. away, I say,
Takest thou, the cold and icy ways.

For thou art harsh, hard and hefty
On the heart and health.. Oh, leave us be!

Thy gusty winds doth awake the chills;
Thou freeze the air, begone! ..and take thy ills.

We’ll not make merry whilst thou spread the flakes,
We’ll brush and shovel, no matter the time it takes.

Granted, thy veil of white doth look so enchanting,
But, by overstaying your welcome, just misery brings.

Your arrival was a blessing, that I must say;
Your beauty, your charm, the fun – you made our day!

The hilarity, the joy, the giggles and much laughter,
Aye, ’tis you, the bringer of this ‘funster’ bluster!

But, now, alas, dear snow, you must go, go, go!
The crowds have had enough of snow, snow, snow!

So now fare thee well, adieu, you fifty shades of white,
Throngs await Spring and the warm sunshine bright.

O Snow, we shall await your new season – Winter – in all its glory,
Oh, yes, all agog, with bated breath – just you wait and see!

 

Maloquacious © 2016

Ho Ho Ho .. Happy Holidays!

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Here’s little abundant me (yes, Santa) wishing each and every one of you a very Happy Christmas!

May the joy be endless as you open the presents and may the merry sounds of laughter echo all around.

Enjoy the beauty of the day as it unfolds. Soak in the enchanting sight of the Christmas tree with its glittery silver tinsel and the shiny golden baubles. See how fairy lights add magic and delight, and watch the exquisite glass angels capture the light and glow from every angle, creating a wondrous fairyland for young and old alike.

Now, my dears, I must go on my way as I still have much to do…

I need to leave some healing touch and comfort for the sick.

Big bundles of love, warmth and compassion for the needy.

Beautifully wrapped gifts of hugs and cuddles at every orphanage.

Last but not least, I must present my Gifts of hope and encouragement for a peaceful, fruitful future to all the folks on this planet – our beautiful world – yes, Earth!

Enjoy this day. Be thankful for family and friends. Give gratitude for ALL your blessings.

Warm hugs and giggles galore!

Forever yours,

Santa Claus

PS. Oops, I dropped my hat. If found, please give it to Rudolph…or any one of my elves…aargh, now where the dickens are those wee fellas??

Maloquacious © 2012