PURE GOLD ...

Felled by chronic illness

And disability ...

I had not realised sensitivity

Was in such short supply ...

I had not realised emotional intelligence

Had passed so very many people by ...

With an "M.E. life"

confined and so restricted ...

Limited, hemmed in ...

In every way ...

We have to find solutions, coping strategies ...

To help us daily through each difficult day ...

I have some good friends whom I truly cherish ...

Some are "old" ...

Some are "new" ...

All are "gold" ...

They enrich my life daily ...

Just by being there ...

They're quality ... solid ...

Not just rolled ....

Ffion

Ffion Original Poems