Finality

A flash of brilliance from Ivor

Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Finality may appear in many forms

We’ve all travelled our life’s journeys

Sooner or later, we have to retire, and work no more

Old tools are laid to rest, gathering dust

There’s a stage when we have to say goodbye

To that special one, we loved forever

Then time propels us beyond our friends lives

The people we knew, dwindle to a few

And in front of our eyes, earth slowly dies

We the custodians, failed to see an overcast sky

Our belief’s shrivelled, inside religious sleeves

With the jealous and greedy, yet to eat their last supper

I hope tomorrow’s future, is better than today’s veiled ways

And yesterday’s trials, are to become, the healing castle’s final say

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

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Guest post: A Momma’s View – Memories last forever

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I’m delighted to welcome Sandra from A Momma’s View to my blog. I connected with her early in my blogging journey and warmed to her style of writing, her down to earth conversational topics and her many and varied posts.

Sandra writes about different aspects of expat life however she also shares inspirational quotes, heartwarming and often funny stories and she has a wonderfully positive outlook on life.  She features a weekly “Tell me Something Good” and a couple of years ago I shared my own true love story in her ‘couples’ series. There’s plenty to immerse yourself in on her blog.

Settle back and enjoy as she gives us her thoughts of life, love, family, making memories and forging a new life here in Australia.


Coming August, it will be 12 years since we moved from Switzerland to Australia.

12 years seems like a lot. So many years. So…

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16 year old me for Robert Matthew Goldstein

Very Cool…A 16 Year-Old Brother Andrew

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A very poor image, a poloroid scaned into the computer -Taken when I was in year 11 because I left school at 17 and 9 months, in year 12. I am standing next to my Sister who I have cropped since she so dissapprove of my Being.

Behind me is the Baptist Sunday School where we went every Sunday. We  were living in the tiny town of Lawrence at the time- of 101 people.

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