​EASTER EXCITEMENT

A promise made so long ago in a land of palms and sand.

Passed down from generation to generation into far distant lands.

The message is not always the same amongst different people.

Yet, at the core of this special time, all religions teach kindness,

love and peace, and to share what you have to eat, in God’s name.

Children delight in eggs, coloured real or chocolate, made and filled, awaiting the dawn of this special celebration.

My heartfelt wish is for peace and love to reign supreme and spread around the world at this Easter time.

A happy Easter to everyone from the WobblingPen Team.

© 2026 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

JUST THINKING CAT THOUGHTS

 

Hello, cat lovers. I have been thinking; it helps to do that from time to time. Easter seems to be a good time to choose.

The garden seems to be livening up, bulbs bursting into flower, leaves on trees straining to burst open to provide hiding places for nesting birds. I don’t chase birds anymore, just do lots of watching.

It is a bit early to curl up in a cosy spot outdoors as rain keeps passing over, making everything wet, wet, wet. I hate being wet: Wobbly throws a towel over me, giving me a wriggling, rapid, all-over rub. I then have the task of licking my fur back into line, when I could be resting. She does not understand that I can dry myself on the bottoms of couches and bedding, and roll all over the carpet to make sure I am really dry. Much more fun!

Another Easter: we have shared quite a few now together, growing older and, I believe, wiser, as I think back to when I chose her and moved in. Dad took longer to accept I had come to stay, not just to be a casual visitor.

We hope more of you are looking forward to a happy Easter, just as we are.

Spread kindness as much as you can, and watch smiles in thankfulness spread too. 

Happy Easter to everyone.

© 2024 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

​ENGROSSED AUDIENCE

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A midwife was called to deliver another midwife’s case. She anxiously battled her way through miserable weather to a travellers’ site. She was welcomed and escorted to one of the caravans.

On entering, she was hit by a blast of warm air as the door opened and closed for her. 

As her eyes accustomed themselves to the bright light, she saw a woman lying on a bed, surrounded by many small faces of children of various ages looking up at her.

She knew she could not send them out into the bitter night. So, she assembled them as best she could, to have enough room to deliver their next sibling. Her training and experience kicked in, and she set about her task to deliver a baby and mother safely.

All went well with her engrossed audience, until the baby was born. Naturally, they wanted to know if they had another brother or sister. When they saw her cut the umbilical cord, they wanted to know what it was. She explained it was how their mum fed the baby when it was in her tummy, just as she did for them before they were born. The children giggled and laughed and made yuck noises. At the thought y

Another question was: why had it not opened its eyes? Was it alright? She explained it was very normal and it would open them up when it was ready.

Glancing around at the assembled family, the smiling faces, sharing the gift of life, gave her an amazing feeling and a wonderful memory to take away with her.

A Shared Tale from Anne Watts and Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen.

© 2026 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

​SLIPPING INTO TEENS

Slipping into teens; still don’t know what it means.

Just know that some rules have changed.

I am not kept on quite such a tight rein.

New rules are in place so I do not lose face.

Ways to stand my ground, not be bowled over by a bad crowd.

Encouraged to take a weekend or holiday job to help pay for things ahead.

I am starting to see how tight things can be, as they now share anxieties they once kept from me.

Taking responsibility for aiming as high as possible at school without constant prodding to achieve the best I can as.

To prevent anxiety of what lies ahead from overwhelming me.

No time now to be the class fool; important to be so much more caring.

My feelings are all up and down, difficult to control at times, as hormones start to change moods and thinking is scary at times.

The urge for the need to find someone safe who understands and with whom I can share worries that haunt me sometimes.

Music is the balm that brings me joy, sending me dancing, singing, imagination reeling.

In time, life will settle down and perhaps I will find someone to love and share this life of mine.

Together there might be much more ahead to share and certainly worth achieving.

For now, headphones on for music to gently send me to peaceful, restful sleeping.

© 2025 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

​A SAD BUT BEAUTIFUL ENDING

 

A SAD BUT BEAUTIFUL ENDING

A vase upon the window ledge

Has held a gift of tulips colourfully displayed.

Each day, on opening my eyes, a touch of pleasure surged.

Seeing each flower upright, straight and tall.

As petals opened, showing their perfection.

For days I enjoyed their presence.

Then a slow drying and aging of the petals’ tips

Warned of their decline.

Yet still they retained a certain beauty in their changed shape.

Not one petal has the bunch yet let slip.

With my camera I captured the vision that has held me captivated.

On opening the curtains tomorrow, the petals might be detached on the shelf.

A gift that has given me pleasure while living.

I hope you, too, from this tale, enjoy the flowers I was given.

© 2025 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen



​PERFECT VISION

When the sun is bright and sky blue,

With the sea sighing gently,  breaking on the sand.

Seagulls soaring  on thermals high.

Calling to one another with their plaintive cry’s.

The unmissable warning to sailors returning to port land is near.

As the gulls seek a share of the fisherman’s catch.

Before sweeping the beach for stolen, snacks as holiday  makers play and relax.

All taking advantage of a perfect day.

© 2026 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen