Pink Mackenzie

05/12/2025

It was the night before Christmas and Santa was busy making his rounds
He was light on his feet making sure he didn't make a sound.

But he took notice that some homes didn't have that Christmas Glee.
so he decided to stop because he thought that just can't be.

He crept in a Mum/Dads bedroom and stopped dead in his steps, as he saw a little angel hugging his Mum/Dad as they slept

The little angel looked up and cried " oh Santa you are finally here!!
I've been waiting for you to help me let Mummy/Daddy know I am near".

Santa picked up the wee angel and asked him " What can I do? I'm just a simple toy maker I can't make your mummy/Daddys dreams come true".

So the two of them sat and they sat for a while until the tiny angel jumped up and screamed with a smile.
"let's leave them a sign a beautiful sign from above,
let them know it's from me sent from heaven with love"

So Santa dug and he dug deep, in that big glorious bag that was filled with lots of treats .

He pulled out a beautiful white feather that look like it was made out of snow.
And he thought such a beautiful sign that only a grieving parent would know.

He placed it on the nightstand and kissed the angel on his head.
Then placed him next to his mum/Dad as they slumbered in bed.

I think I'll stay here with Mummy/Daddy and visit in there dreams tonight,
They miss me dearly and need to know I'm all right.

Santa made his way to his sled, And wiped a tear from his eye.
He fell to his knees and managed to cry.

Merry Christmas to all the grieving Parents across this big land.
And let it be known your angels are with you holding your hands....” ###x

01/12/2025

There's a robin on my fence today,
A feather by my feet
A heart-shaped leaf that blows along
Beside me down the street

Your song played on the radio
This morning in the car
And just last night I could've sworn
I saw a shooting star

The sun and rain are dancing
Making rainbows in the sky
And on the slightest breeze I watch
A butterfly go by

And people might say these are not
The signs I know they are
That it is just coincidence
Your song played in the car

That it is just the sky
And it is just the birds and breeze
A little windy weather
And the nature of the trees

But there is nothing little
About the way they make me feel
The sense of peace they carry
Is both comforting and real

Because it's just one song
And just one butterfly and bird
Just one star and just one leaf
In one enormous world

And so the probability
Of noticing it all
Is close to nearly nothing;
Almost infinitely small

And that is how I know
That when that leaf floats into view
It isn't a coincidence,
But a sign of love from you

So keep on shooting stars to me,
Keep playing me your song
Whilst you dance atop the rainbows
And blow heart-shaped leaves along

Yes, keep on sending signs my love
I'll always look around
For your butterflies on breezes
And your feathers on the ground

~ 'Signs' by Becky Hemsley

~ Art by Gillian Rule Art

22/11/2025

08/11/2025

Don't envy a man his medals, all those ribbons on his chest,
He did not try to get them, they're not there at his request,
They were earned in stinking hell holes, where no man would like to go,
Or in cold and wintry places, where there's only ice and snow.
He did not know he earned them, till they were awarded at parade,
They were bright when he first got them, but in time the colours fade,
He was told he had to wear them, and to wear them all with pride,
But when the memories come to haunt him, those same medals make him hide.
Cause those medals will not bring back, all those brothers he left behind,
And he would trade them all forever, for a little peace of mind.
So don't envy a man his medals, you don't want to take his place,
Thinking back to long gone battles, and meeting dead friends face to face.
“ We will REMEMBER them”

24/10/2025

You Don’t Just Lose Someone Once

You lose them over and over,
sometimes many times a day.
When the loss, momentarily forgotten,
creeps up,
and attacks you from behind.
Fresh waves of grief as the realisation hits home,
they are gone.
Again.
You don’t just lose someone once,
you lose them every time you open your eyes to a new dawn,
and as you awaken,
so does your memory,
so does the jolting bolt of lightning that rips into your heart,
they are gone.
Again.
Losing someone is a journey,
not a one-off.
There is no end to the loss,
there is only a learned skill on how to stay afloat,
when it washes over.
Be kind to those who are sailing this stormy sea,
they have a journey ahead of them,
and a daily shock to the system each time they realise,
they are gone,
Again.
You don’t just lose someone once,
you lose them every day,
for a lifetime 💞

20/10/2025

Life is a Book.📕.
Life is a book in volumes three
The past, the present and the yet to be
The past is written and laid away
The present we're writing every day
And the last and best of volumes three
Is locked from sight
Angels keep the key....
Author Unknown.... 🌹

11/09/2025

Our Pink Angel Laura 🌸 Happy Birthday Princess.
I am the rain that nurtures..the sun that warms
I am the wings of a butterfly..the dew on a rose
I am the blue in the sky..the pink in the sunset
I am the twinkle in the stars..the light in the moon
I am the four seasons..the colour of the rainbow
I am the shimmer of the snow..the fire embers glow
I am the gentle spirit inside you..the keeper of your soul
I am the dreams you fulfilled..the joy in your heart
I am the love in your eyes..the desire from within
I am the smile on your lips..the laughter in your voice
I am the wings that enfold you..the in protector of your life
I am the one who shares your dreams..the fears ..your hopes
I am your Pink Angel.
You would have been 42 years old today Princess that time has gone in a blink of an eye.
We all talk about you and remember your great love and zest for life.
We all Love and miss you and think of you every single day Dad & Lins X + X💔💔 🌸🌸

12/08/2025

14/07/2025

Our Princess Laura
Fell asleep 17 years ago today.

When we are weary and in need of strength,
When we are lost and sick at heart — we remember her.
When we have a joy we long to share,
When faced with hard decisions,
When our achievements echo hers — we remember her.

At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
At the opening of buds and the return of spring — we remember her.
In the pinkness of skies and the warmth of summer,
In the rustling of leaves and the beauty of autumn — we remember her.
At the rising of the sun and its setting — we remember her.

As long as we live, she too shall live,
For she is a part of us — always
As we remember her.

Laura was always there to guide us.
We will forever feel our pink angel and the comfort of her wings.

We love you.
We miss you.
We think of you every single day.
— Dad & Lins x x

We still can’t believe it’s been 17 years, Princess, since you gained your wings.
We loved you your whole life.
We will miss you all of ours. 💔🌸
Your laughter still lingers in our hearts,
Your smile in our memories,
And your love in every breath we take.
Shine bright, sweet girl — until we meet again. 🌸🕊️

06/07/2025

Thoughts are with our Auntie Gwen, cousin May, family & friends today.. As we silently remember the 37th Anniversary of the Piper Alpha disaster..... x 💙x