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22/12/2016 0 Comments

A Christmas Poem IV 

Christmas Eve Candlelight

Mine eyes have seen the Christmas of the many years before
The children lay asleep in bed, the presents on the floor
The tree decorated with its many twinkling lights
The snow that slowly falls outside like Angel dust at night

The wind outside is calm upon this holy night
As I light one candle for a star that once shined bright
The children as they sleep, they dream of Santa’s sleigh
They vision all his Reindeer, they see him on his way

I think about the world and how it has come to be
The soldier that’s not coming home, the broken families
I think about the child somewhere that tonight no food to eat
The gift of life a soul tonight fights desperately to keep

I think about the Christmases that have all come and gone
And how somewhere the tears will fall, someone cries alone
I think about the love in this world that needs to be
And as I say a silent prayer, one candle comforts me

I wish somehow that if life it could allow me more to give
So that love within this world somehow could flourish and could live
But I am but the soul of one whose children sleep tonight
While the Angels decorate in snow the earth just outside

And as my children wake up and they laugh and they play
I hope for you love it comes too, for you it too awakes
And as I sit this Christmas eve tonight this holy night
Know you world and all my love from beneath one candle light.         

​(by Bill Simmons)                


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    I recently completed an academic research project (MPhil) about working-class women’s autobiographies. Now I’m writing my own...

    To cut a long story short:

    My dad and both my grandads were coal miners. I was born in Coalville. I belong on this website. 
    I returned to education as a mature student: got a couple of A-levels, went to university; got a BA, an MA, a PhD, and an MPhil. It was not as easy as that. It was not as quick as that. But I did.
    I have spent most of my adult-life studying something. Generally something to do with English literature: mainly something to do with working-class women. My MA is about Women and God – inspired by and emotively written through my experiences as a pupil at Catholic primary and secondary schools. My PhD and MPhil projects are about working-class women writers – inspired and emotively written through my experiences as a working-class woman in a materialistic and class-ridden society. When I was an undergraduate at university, there wasn’t a module about working-class writing. There just wasn't. I didn’t study any working-class texts. I just didn’t. I once gave a research paper about my PhD (ie: talking about my work) and I remember someone laughingly said, ‘Was there a recession in the 1980s? I must have missed that.’ That just about sums it up.
    I have had no working-class peers. I found them in my reading and writing. In my reading and writing I found myself.

    Welcome to my blog.
    It's basically about me.It’s called ‘My Travel Blog’ (because I’m time travelling through my memories of the past). See what I did there?


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