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Lady Elizabeth Haslam, my appreciation of life.

Why I write poetry? When first asked why I write poetry, I wasn’t sure how to respond, but it soon became clear to me. In one word: passion. Anything that grips me and I feel strongly about.
 

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About Lady Elizabeth Haslam



Elizabeth Haslam has spent much of her life in the caring industries.

A State Registered Nurse, having worked also in industry.

Elizabeth founded The Michael Sieff Foundation a child protection charity in 1987 following the death of her husband Michael Sieff a profound believer in ethics and the intrinsic strength of the human spirit, his love of people and children knew no bounds.

After the death of her second husband Elizabeth decided to be based in Cyprus.

The Boy Who Wouldn’t was born in 2017, when it seemed there was much to be depressed about; predominantly wars and the plight of displaced people.

To cheer herself up The Boy Who Wouldn’t Stop Smiling was written.

Then just observing her grandsons and their friends were and remain a constant sauce of joy and inspiration.

Whilst in Cyprus, to her surprise and enormous pleasure she formulated and co-presented live, a current affairs programme.

Now she continues writing for children, more adventures of The Boy Who Wouldn’t and adventures of The Magic Mini and The Elf Tree which she hopes to publish in the near future.

The Boy Who Wouldn't

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Some Poetry

May 6, 2019

Endemic Xenophobia?

The head of Police, Judiciary and The President too, Were told Pilipino women, had gone from view. It seems no enquires made, not even a few, […]
May 6, 2019

The Second Wife

It was her aura, that drew me, across the room. Her purity of grace, shone from her young, beautiful face, Her Muslim head, in pale pink […]
April 16, 2019

Brexititis The Brexit Disease

Attacking the old, young, the sick and strong, It’s a deep depression, that goes on and on. Relentlessly it spreads, and savagely attacks; The cards for […]
April 15, 2019

The Brexit Musketeers

Four white, mediocre middle-aged men, With no notable achievements, having been made. Their names in history will undoubtedly fade Having brought the country down into the […]
April 10, 2019

Asylum Seekers

Listen to the pounding, of displaced persons feet. The world trembles to the beat, of invasion they won’t meet. It’s the destitute and fearful, who flee […]
April 10, 2019

Thrown Away

We throw away diamonds, hiding in chards of broken dreams. Forgetting golden treasures, stacked up for all once seen. Pure endeavours, spirit of kindness, in memory […]

Other Stories

September 30, 2015

Spring. Kensington Gardens

Mother Nature shakes the last snow flakes From her petticoats. Unlaces her winter gown giving warmth to the ground. The soil gives way to display bright […]
August 1, 2014

The Prison Doors

The revolving doors go round and round As figures of re-offending are increasing, by leaps and bounds The industry, through the years, has grown apace. I’m […]
October 26, 2015

Sorry

If only you could have said sorry; I’m still hoping one day you will; You should have told me you wanted another, One who suited you […]
April 16, 2019

Brexititis The Brexit Disease

Attacking the old, young, the sick and strong, It’s a deep depression, that goes on and on. Relentlessly it spreads, and savagely attacks; The cards for […]
July 3, 2014

The Healer

Her frame was old, curled, from the trauma of life, Her shoulders hunched, carrying for years the world’s strife. Sad dull grey eyes gave sign, she […]
April 13, 2017

Taxi an Endangered Species

We’re sorry, our red squirrel, has been chased away, By greys from America.who came to stay. I fear the same fate, for our black cabs, awaits, […]