Sunshine’s musings

People used to say to me what are you going to be when you grow up?

And I’d think of all the million things that I could do and be…

The places I could go and the things that I could see…

But as the years go by….

I wonder who or why…

Who I’m I going to be?

What does it mean to be me.

Cause I’m a buttercup in a field of daises

I’m an opal in the diamonds and

I’m not quite sure who I’m going to be…

But I’m okay with that cause I’m just me.

Just me….

Looking back, it’s hard to do.

When memory haunt you,

And choices you made

Are things you regret.

But looking back, there is joy too

yellow mixes with the blue

creating golden sun hues.

Life is a mix of joy and pain

making mistakes and learning from them

little triumph and little joys

Are bigger than the world.



 Walked on the crunching leaves and felt tall.

 My mind was busy as the crackling sounds.

 I was bathed in golden light I recall.

 Along through the forest branches built walls.

 The path was furrowed where moles built their mounds.

Walked on the crunching leaves and felt tall.

 My mind wandered back  to when I was small.

 When afraid, by my kind dad I was found.

 I was bathed in golden light I recall.

 My dad held my hand so I wouldn’t fall

 when we traveled the path around and ‘round.

Walked on the crunching leaves and felt tall.

We played in the leaves by the waterfall.

Laughing along with rushing roaring sounds.

 I was bathed in golden light I recall.

I laughed as I looked back at it all,

and as I linger memories abound.

 Walked on the crunching leaves and felt tall.

 I was bathed in golden light I recall.

red roses

red garden days

memories we treasure

holding each other close forever

red roses

I wish I may. I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight.

I don’t wish for treasures or fancy things

I don’t wish for riches or anything

All, I wish tonight all I wish tonight

is that you’d be OK is that you’d be all right tonight

Don’t wish for wealth don’t wish for fame. Don’t wish that people would know my name

I wish tonight I wish tonight is that you’d be OK and that you’d be all right tonight



Jabber jabber chitter chatter

what if we all took time to talk?

instead of rushing

instead of scrolling

we just jibber, jabber and talked talked talked

Would life be a sweeter if we did jabber jabber and talk

Life could slow down

 Time to talk

the soundtrack of my life is like an old familiar tune

That keeps repeating but with new melodies and harmonies

with clashes of notes you didn’t know would be there

And then stanza’s so peaceful you go back to the start

You listen again and again

Parts of it are a mess and parts of it are beauty

But you’re drawn in by each note

Like it’s the tune you need it all along

I wonder would my life be as melodic if it weren’t for the dissonance

She went down to the river to bathe

never guessing she would be the fish that was caught that day

she was Ophelia faire and proud

She was the catch that Hamlet found

Her destiny forever changed

But whose destiny twists

Is it fate?

A storybook version the weddings of Henry the VIII.

The Love

Jane Seymore-

My wedding day was different from what I pictured as a child. The lace was ornate, the ceiling was gilded, and the room was full of dignitaries and court members. But the difference was the underlying tension and fear filling the chapel. However, one thing was the same as my childhood dreams. I was marrying a man I loved, a man I adored.

Yet a man capable of things I shuddered to remember. I wondered if the king loved me, and if he did not, could my love be enough to sustain us. As he spoke, I heard the tenderness in his voice, and for better or for worse, my fears melted away.

Henry –

She loves me, I thought that day as I stood in the hand-painted chapel. She loved me. The others never did. Jane is different; she is not a prize to be won or even a Queen to bear an heir, though I hope to the heavens she will. She loved me. Whether I loved her, I do not know. I turned my attention to my bride and said my vows in a tone I had never used before.

(A storybook look at the weddings of King Henry VIII.)

The Conquest

Anne Boleyn-

I didn’t suppose it would bother me not being the first. I reminded myself the king pursued me. He saw me as a privilege, a prize he had won, but I knew him to be my victory, my conquest. I may not have been his first queen, but I would be the last. I smiled confidently as I felt the little life inside me kick and said, “I do.” I nearly laughed in triumph but hid behind a demure smile. My future was secure. My royal child’s future was safe. As the moon rose on our secret ceremony, I rose to my place at the king’s side.

Henry- I didn’t know this would bring back so many unwanted memories. Memories to which a part of me still clung. As I looked into Anne’s eyes, I saw her. I saw Catherine, and I almost failed to say the expected words. I would not fail this time. I shook myself. I had never failed. Catherine failed me. Anne would not fail me; of that, I was sure. I saw her clearly as a picture of beauty and knew she would give me the heir I desired. As the moon shone, so did Anne, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she, like a moonbeam, could slip from my grasp.