The Pretty White Cottage Poem by Jennifer Birchall

Earlier this year I was asked to imagine
Something that will make me happy
So I thought of the usual things I like
Nice hot bubble bath or a new bottle of perfume
Then my mind started to drift..

It took me to a pretty little cottage painted white
With a welcoming green door, but I didn't go in
It had the most gorgeous garden you've ever seen
Landscaped with rose bushes and honey suckle, a butterflies dream
It backed onto a beach through a wooden gate
Glowing sands could be seen for miles
I was sat barefoot, my toes were playing in the warm sand
I was watching my two boys while they talked and laughed at the waters edge
I could see the sun shining on their precious faces
They looked so happy, throwing stones into the sea
An innocent game for those fine young men
The sea was calm, small waves slowly trickled in and out
The flaming sun bounced up off the water as if was dancing
I felt happy and at peace

The tears crept through my closed eyes
I could hear the calming music in my ears, it couldn't soothe me
I shouldn't of cried at such joy, that perfect scene
But it was the realisation
To make me happy, I had to move mountains
I was stuck at the bottom and my strength had gone

Over time I kept going back the beach in my mind
And gradually I found some strength to make the change
Everything I had known would now be different
It almost broke me but I did move the mountain
Now I can almost see clear into the distance
This is my new beginning, I will be happy and at peace

I want to find that cottage one day and take my boys there