Hi everyone,
I hope that you all had some wonderful family orientated times over Christmas and I wish each of you and your families a Happy and Healthy 2019. Thank you for continuing to listen to the songs that I have written. I really feel honoured when you take the time to email me with feedback/comments. Today it would have been my sister Betty's birthday. She died, unexpectedly, in my arms, on 9th January 2004. Fifteen years ago but I still miss her so very much.
As children we were not unfriendly towards each other but we were not close. Betty would be indoors and I would be outside up a tree. We always went on holiday together to our relatives in Plymouth, Devon, but Betty would stay quietly with our eldest girl cousin and I would be up to mischief with my male cousins. As we grew older we grew very close. The lyrics tell the story.
Holding Hands
When small I delighted in annoying Betty whenever I could.
She'd sit in a shady spot beneath my tree with a book,
An easy target for me up above; Betty never understood
Me then; often gave me that 'older sister look,'
But she never went far away and that felt good.
I laughed; she jumped when things on her I shook!
But if ever I showed I was scared, and quite unplanned,
Betty would come to me and hold my hand.
Five years my elder; at Lynchet Cottage a bedroom shared.
Memories of frequent, huddled conversations.
Of frogs in beds; wild chases; and of tempers flared;
A plethora of family days with hordes of our relations;
Green-eyed Betty; beautifully slim and auburn-haired;
When my nightmares struck, she looked in consternation,
Cared enough to take the time, and quite unplanned,
Betty would come to me and hold my hand.
High days, holidays, time flew fast, shared moments, joys, tears, mirth,
Plymouth, memories flicker past, we grew, loved, wed, then gave birth.
Older, closer, how long did phone calls last? I know Betty'd understand,
I held her, as she left me quite unplanned; now it was my time to hold her hand.
My best wishes as always MavisEllen xx
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