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Yellow Rose

Calendar of Mindful Moments

A few years ago Sylvan Rose was inspired by a very dear friend to write a series of poems for a perpetual calendar - basically a 'poem-a-day' calendar. Within a few months she had written 366 of these verses, enough for every day including leap years. She made three of these calendars from wood and card, for her friend, for a colleague, and for herself.

Says Sylvan, 'I am still using that calendar today. It sits on my mantelpiece, providing me with a 'mindful moment' each and evey day. Now, following the tragic loss of my sweetheart and fiance, Bob Turner, in April 2009, I have decided to get this calendar produced with a view to helping raise funds for Macmillan.

'The yellow rose was Bob's favourite flower, and so this symbol now graces each of the cards in the calendar. For each calendar sold, a total of 50% of the profit raised will go to Macmillan, helping these dedicated people to do more for more families who are experiencing difficult times.'

Once this calendar is available to order the details will be posted here, or if you prefer you can register your interest by using the Contact the Trust form, and you will receive information by email at the appropriate time.

A few of the verses from the calendar are listed below for your perusal.

Poems from Mindful Moments

Three little words can mean so much,
And change the world you view.
Those words can bring a smile to all,
So use them - please, - thank you.

As adults we harbour resentment,
We fail to forgive and forget.
While the tear-stained face of a child
Laughs 'though the tears are still wet.

Far above the rushing crowds
Patterns shift, and sun-drenched clouds
Pass unnoticed - art for free
In Nature's fickle gallery.

A thousand gleaming trumpets
Fill the hedgerows down the lane,
Their silence truly golden
As the Springtime they ordain.

If ever the world seems oppressive
And your star is eclipsed by its woes,
Remember how bright is the morning
When the darkest night draws to a close.

© Sylvan Rose, 2009

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