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YMC May 2018
Please don't say 'don't cry my love'
Please don't say 'don't cry please'

When you say 'please don't cry' my love
The pain and hurt it does not ease

Please don't say 'don't cry my love'
Please don't say 'please don't cry'

I know you want to ease my pain
But let me tell you why

It's like saying 'please don't fall'
To the golden autumn leaves

They may be many or may be few
But they the must leave their burdened tree

No matter how loyal they remain
To their saddened master

There's a stronger force - deep inside
That expels them ever faster

So well we know the deep hollow darkness
As impending winter draws ever near

Then sorrow spreads all around us
Even to those we hold so dear

As time goes by it seems as if
This constant flow will never cease

When we gaze to the one we love
And find pain instead of peace

But there comes a time, when it does end
When the tree is exposed and bare

Then the wind arrives to gather the leaves
Taking them to the one who does care

Now when my caring one does come
To mend the tree that seems broken

The caring one finds - deep in the soul
There something that has spoken

So you my caring one, must now know
The leaves had to leave their wary host

For if they had remained
There'd be no space for repair or new growth

So please don't say 'don't cry my love'
Please don't say 'don't cry please'

When you say 'please don't cry' my love
The pain and hurt it does not ease

Please don't sat 'don't cry' my love
Please don't say 'please don't cry'

I know you want to ease my pain
But remember the autumn leaves - and understand why
YMC Jun 2018
I felt really excited to see a children’s book about Amelia Earhart, the famous pilot.


It was similar to a little golden book, remember the type we grew up with.

This was written to inspire girls to grow up, be strong and go for it, very inspiring!

I realized -  I never ever would have been so taken by a book like this before.  
I feel so ecstatic at the thought of buying this for my granddaughters.
And to have it as a coffee table book.

One of those ones that make you feel all warm and fuzzy.

I used to  ADORE all the old fairy tales…Cinderella, Snow White, Rapunzel and all the other damsel in distress stories.
How a wonderful handsome prince would always come along to save the helpless soul.

If only I had such inspiration and ambition when I was 7 for Amelia rather than dreaming of a fairy tale future based on the Princess who slept on a pea!...

Perhaps things would have turned out differently.

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