{"id":496,"date":"2021-06-04T17:55:00","date_gmt":"2021-06-04T08:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/?p=496"},"modified":"2021-06-05T16:53:29","modified_gmt":"2021-06-05T07:53:29","slug":"stephens-blog-21","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/?p=496","title":{"rendered":"Stephen&#8217;s blog"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-group\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container is-layout-flow wp-block-group-is-layout-flow\">\n<p>Dear Regular Readers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I hope this week\u2019s edition of our newsletter finds you positive in mind and healthy in body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Just a short poem for this week, it\u2019s a quickly thrown together affair, but I think that\u2019s pretty obvious when you read it.&nbsp; It\u2019s a meandering collection of words that have been cobbled together into sentences that I hope somewhat evoke the passing of time without all the sadness and regret that you usually associate with poems about getting older. &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I hope you have a good weekend and stay safe and I\u2019ll be back again next week with an offering of something or other be it poetry or a recipe for some cake, pasta dish or other. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong><u>Looking back and laughing at the passing of time<\/u><\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-group\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container is-layout-flow wp-block-group-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/wp2021\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/20210605s.jpg\" alt=\"\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Sitting on the sofa with loved ones looking and laughing at the passing of time and how it has been kinder to some and not to others. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Fathers that used to have a full head of hair and mothers in the background struggling to stop their kids from behaving badly. &nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mothers and fathers helping to shape the lives of their children to help them grow up to hopefully eclipse what they themselves have achieved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Memories of low cost holidays spent with shirts and socks off on local litter peppered stony sandy beaches<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>looking out on to water that was always made less than inviting because of its temperature and colour. &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tubs and cornets of ice cream in hand barely melting even when the sun broke through the clouds.&nbsp; &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Often going without the affordable, but never scrimping on the warmth and security of unconditional family love. &nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Children growing up unaware of the sacrifices made by their parents to give them the best possible start in their lives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Monochrome and colour pictures of the past bringing up fond images in our minds<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>preventing such precious memories from entering into the forgotten as long as they are not lost. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Old clothes that you keep in your bottom drawer to remind you that you\u2019ve lived that part of your life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Passing some of them back in time to be worn and lived in by others in the present to allow them to imagine living in the past.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then there was time you realized you\u2019d been single long enough and your girlfriend became your wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There are those odd moments in time when we see, smell and hear things that make us feel we\u2019ve experienced them before. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And it\u2019s all wrapped up in the passing of time because that\u2019s what we live for.&nbsp; &nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><u>A poem by Stephen Austwick.<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Regular Readers, I hope this week\u2019s edition of our newsletter finds you positive in mind and healthy in b&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-496","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stephens-corner"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/496","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=496"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/496\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":500,"href":"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/496\/revisions\/500"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=496"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=496"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.alphabendi.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=496"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}