Twelve. Yes, twelve. Twelve views to go then we have reached
100,000. I can’t thank you all enough. I’m in total shock. I must say a week
ago I really thought we would be about two hundred off. You have done me proud Bloggets. What a team.
And thank you all so much for your recent emails telling me why you read my
blog page. Some are honest and say because you are nosey and just like to know
what is going on in my life, whether it’s because you know me have met me, you
are my friend and it saves a phone call smile. Some say because you too either
have my eye condition or have poor if any sight. Some read because they are
alone and they feel like our family of Bloggets are all connected in some
manner. And the scary emails said as I
have known since the start of my writing, you are a teacher or head of a school
and your pupils read my blogs if studying English. There are some who read my
blogs from a country shall I say that isn’t really in agreeance with world news
entering the country, so you read the news blogs and some just like a laugh. “Em,
two people wrote and said that, oddly they didn’t describe what exactly they
meant by that comment!!!”
There are some Bloggets who enjoy my poetry. There are loads
that don’t too. Especially my dark poetry. I must say, it’s been a while since
I wrote any dark poems. Hmm. May write one tonight. Looking back, some of my
poems are really really deep and I think meaningful, but others would say
depressing. Hahaha. But, some say and have written to me expressing their
feelings saying that I managed to put in words how they feel. And this is what
I try to do. I think for others how they may be feeling. Sometimes it’s good to
read about sadness as when one reads about happiness all of the time, they
think that they are the only person in the world who may be feeling sad and
down at that point.
My chocolate poems I must say have received a lot of mixed opinions.
I shall write some of them at the bottom of here. I loved them it was and is, my dream to get
those published and the illustrations to me would be so pretty. So colourful. A
child’s Christmas book for sure or Easter? When I write the chocolate poems, I
see in my head so many pixies in so many colours. You will understand at the
bottom what I mean. Please don’t think I’m seeing colourful pixies just for the
sake of it? It’s nice as a blind person someone who once was fortunate enough
to be able to see, to have memories of colours still, though my colours in my
imagination are fading.
Occasionally you read my blogs to read about facts. Fifi’s
facts are mainly read by those Bloggets in offices who only have a short break.
There was one time when I received a lot of messages saying that you read my
blogs in your lunch hour at work. So many times I would write with this in
mind.
I have written recipes. I have opened my heart to you all
and reaching one hundred views, you also have opened your heart to me. Each and
every one of you, are so special. You all made this page work. Many times I
have thought about ending writing my last blog and I receive so many kind words
from you all and how after that can I? I must say, I spend more and more time
writing my blog page than I do anything else. It is a full time job. A lot of
people ask me why I don’t make money from this. I could advertise, well, the
fact is, for those who use a screen reader, when the page is covered by adds, it’s
very difficult to read. You are half way through a blog and suddenly there is a
huge advert and sometimes your screen reader stops talking so you think you
have something wrong with your computer where as its just showing a picture. So
I want this read to be easy and that is where I also thank those readers who
can see, and that is the majority of you. As sometimes not so techno Fi presses
a button that makes the writing tiny. I’m totally oblivious to this and wouldn’t
know unless I’m told by you. Then I try to change whatever I have done. Oh,
boy.
OK, I could go on and on about why you read these blogs. But
you know why and you know as long as you want to read, I will do my best to
continue writing. Thank you from all countries who have visited. Now, here is
the chocolate poem. The first in the series I have written. You have to be a
child at heart for these. X
CHOCOLATE IN THE AIR
BY Fiona Cummings
For a while it remained a mystery
Whatever could that delightful smell be
I found out it came from the nearby factory
Which made chocolate dreams come true
To all children like me and you
I imagined little elves worked in there
And one naughty one in particular
Opened the window
Allowing the aroma to
escape in the air
He was the mischievous naughty Norman
Who has the job title of Forman
The other elves don’t get on with him
Too well
Especially whom they
call Noddy
With the biggest
silver bell
When it is break time Noddy shakes his hat
His bell rings so hard it wakes the factory cat
Who sleeps in an outside shed
And has a fresh daily
dish of chocolate milk
And the most
comfortable cosy bed
A log table with a cloth of silk
Is ready so the elves
can be fed
With little toadstools to sit on
And be given dishes by the cook Alvin
Caramel cups
And strawberry spoons
Chocolate fountains
And bubble gum balloons
Every day there is a birthday party
Because there are so many elves at the factory
Each one having their celebration
Sounds of laughter and jubilation
Leaking from the walls
Everyone wants to visit there
But we are told not
at all
As it is a secret haven
A chocolate heaven
When I open my back
door
The smell in the air I adore
Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015
EASTER AND THE ELVES
BY
Fiona Cummings
Easter time is upon us
The elves are making such a fuss
Panicking getting everything ready in time
Making chocolate so delicious so fine
Noddy has rang his bell
so much
Trying to keep the elves awake
All day and night they are making fudge
And wonderful chocolate cake
Naughty Norman the mischievous Forman
Had words with the
cook Elvin
He got caught tasting a chocolate bubble
So now he is in deep
dark trouble
Silicon moulds are all ready
For delicate hands so steady
That job is for the purple hatted Ellie
Who makes the nicest strawberry jelly
Mee ows can be heard out the back
From the beautiful ragdoll cat
Ellie hears this and hides a truffle
Under her purple hat
If she gets caught she too will be in trouble
But she absolutely loves that cat
Who else works at the factory
Oh yes there is Melanie
Who is known for her
Irish melodies
She is the sweetest elf who works there
With her velvet green hat and her carrot hair
She works alongside her Daddy
Lovingly known as Paddy
It’s his job to wash up the pots
And then there is Tixi
A silver haired pixie
Who has been there the longest
And says she is the strongest
All the others laugh
As she is so small she uses a coffee cup for a bath
But she carries heavy trays
And pushes machinery
out of the way
When not in use
If a jar lid is too tight
She is always the first to offer to make it loose
Then there is Carter
He is the new starter
His nose does twitch
And his taste buds they itch
So much they desire
The chocolate dust
The Easter bunny for
him is a must
Then there is Pam who’s
making the white chocolate lambs
Oh the smell from our nearby chocolate factory
Can be smelt from the extractor fans
Oh it’s on its way
I can’t wait for Easter Monday
I shall look at my chocolate goodies
The chicks and the milky bunnies
And thank the Elves
For making delights so yummy
Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015