Memory of Stephen Hawking

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Is it two years since he died?

The world has turned,

and moved on in space,

his time line has ended,

gone away from this place.

Professor of physics,

thinker of time,

despite limitations,

he was free in his mind.

Living with illness,

he did more with his thoughts,

gave us new insights

into the Universe.

Looked at Blackholes,

from inside and out,

and Big Bang theory,

he knew such a lot.

Famous for explaining,

in book and in words,

the working of the universe,

in ‘A brief History of Time’.

 

Apologies for this poem, it is not well written or rhymed, but the image popped up on my memories page, and I was surprised at how much time had passed. I wonder what he would make of the world now?

 

 

I love my cat

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Except when you put your claws in my knee,

Or sit on my chest so I can’t see!

Pin me down, like a cat up a tree.

I love my cat.

Except when you jump up and steal my tea,

Trip me up at night when I’m going for a pee!

Go and sit on somewhere I don’t want you to be…

I love my cat..

Except when scratch the side of the settee,

Scratch the furniture so I have to pay a fee..

Eat the exotic food I had from the sea.

I love my cat.

Really!

Sprigs of spring?

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In months my garden

will be aflower,

floral fancies,

blooming anew.

But sadly now

the sight is of grey hue.

Cold sprigs of twigs

leaden coloured,

deadened stems.

Give them some sun,

some warmth

some food?

Then they will improve their mood.

I wait and cry

with many a sigh,

Looking around

For colour on the ground.

Daffodils and Tulips

Crocus and Snowdrops.

Then Bluebells and Violets,

will stir the air,

colours will flare!

Brighten the world,

set bees abuzz,

and waken my love,

of nature.