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My name is Sharon or Shaz which ever you choose to call me is fine.

I am the mad mother of 5 boys, SIMON 31, PETER 23, CHRISTOPHER
21, NICHOLAS 20 and finally BENJAMIN 17, of which none now live at home.

Thought it was about time for me to update my profile, so here goes. Im no longer managering a Public House in London this mainly due to the personal circumstances in my life changing sadly, I wont go into to much detail but my close friends and family are aware of what these were.

I have been writing for many years from school to now and I have
had a few in anthologies, well nineteen to be percise (www.forwardpress.
co.uk) and like alot of people who write poetry and verse, many rejections,
although I don't let that get me down as it just means that, that fortunate
person has not found me yet. So I keep on submitting them for publication.

I guess you could say I'm also abit of a collector as apart from
the 2 Marriages, 2 Divorces, 5 children and 4 tuxedo cats. I have
a somewhat overpowering love of anything to do with Native American Indians from books about their life both past and present, their connection with the spirit of nature and my statues etc.

I also have over 60 Models of Harley Davidson Motor Bikes along
with Tankards, and articles of clothing etc. I just find that the
Harley is one of the most beautiful bikes that are made, well
except for the newer ones. I love The Fat Boy most of all and yes
I have riden one in my younger days. Yes I was a bit of a biker
chick I was brought up with them always around when I was a kid,
this was due to my mother's friends etc.

I love everything about Wolves, their spirit and connection
with nature. They are one of the most wonderful and sometimes
misunderstood creature in this world in my opinion.

I'm forever reading books on poetry and this poem below I found in
an old poetry book written by children for children in 1983.

SNOW SICKNESS (by Sarah Childs)
(the snow stands both for weather and for cocaine)

I hide behind the moving shadows
Of bluebirds on the wall,
Thread trailing from the empty eyes
Of needles.

Mirror reflections in empty bottles,
Butterfly colours,
Palette ready
To paint the day.
Crystal drops, so heavy
In my eyes
They hurt.
Heaven is Hell, from inside.

Dancing on cobwebs,
Dressing in gossamer.
Eating the sunbeams
Will keep me alive.
I ride on a bee's back,
Warm fuzzy stripes,
Black, White,
Beware the sting, if the driver is late.

Corridors of crystal,
Masked
In the veils of mist.
In spite of the fairies cold,
Jealous at my presence.
But, after all, it is a false passport,
And the customs will catch me soon.
Jam is sour
With this powder snow.


This to me shows that children even that long ago knew
what this world of ours was really like for drugs etc.


This poem is about how my father would have said his farewells to me
and my brother Adam if we had gotten over to Malta in time.

My Darlings Goodbye.

Dont grieve for me my darlings
Now as I go away,
Remember all the good things
As if they happened just today.
The way we were upon those swings
Imagining that we could fly,
Just like all those birds
Soaring up into the sky.
And all those silly castles
We built there on the beach,
Waiting for that crazy sea
To them, to finally reach.
Those chasing and football games
We played there in the park,
Forgetting all about tea-time
Until it was too dark.
Them trips to see your nanna
And of course your grumpy grandad,
Telling them about the school day
That you all had just had.
And then there was those quiet little walks
All of you children and me,
Through cornfields and Hockley woods
Everything in nature we could see.
Now remember all those cold evenings
We'd sit in front of the fire,
Not needing any lights on
As we watched the flames grow higher.
And all those night times,
I tucked you safely into bed,
And after you'd said your prayers
I kissed you on the head.
Now remember my darlings as long
As i am there inside your heart,
There is nothing in this world
That will make us be apart.
Remember all those dreams in life
That you have told to me,
Up there in my heavenly room
Of you I will always see.
So now don't grieve for me my darlings
As my life comes to an end,
Remember me as your Father
But most of all as your Best Friend

I will always have you in my heart and thank you for
being the person you was and for accepting me for the person I am.