Rosius Sindi


This rosebush, like Sindi, is looking ahead,


While she remains strong in her bed; 


The petals and marrow are almost ready to bloom,


As she looks forward to being back soon!


This poem was written to honour my incredible friend, Sindi Hawkins, just before her first bone marrow transplant; I planted a rose bush for her in my Maple Ridge yard. She lost her battle with cancer in September 2010. The rose bush has since died too but Sindi's spirit stays with me always.



My lifestyle so structured

Behaviour sequenced

Take away one sign post

And I become very tense.


When the pattern is broken

And my mind sits on hold

An other’s intervention

Leaves me out in the cold.


Striving for independence

In a world so confused

Can be a struggle, a challenge

Some win and others lose.



Loving The Children



Loving and caring examples are we 

Who work for the children and families of BC.


Listening and hearing the voices out there

We build the momentum for everyone to share.


We look at the research and find the best way

To bring out the best in our children today.


Literacy, protection, education and care

Highlight our efforts to help and be fair.


We focus on people and communities too

First Nations, the gifted, the challenged, the new.


In partnership, we find the problems to solve

Creating a healthy environment for all.


Our specialty programs are leading the way

To help BC’s children each and every day.


Your Best Friend for Life


I daydream and

I stare, feel and care

for those most rare,


I listen to and

I embrace, love and hear

people most dear,


I laugh and

I smile, cry and feel

for those most real,


from my heart.



White Sandy Beach



 We abandoned ship to take a dip

Along the sunburned sand,

I lay my hand upon my hip

Happy to be on Caribbean land.


His arm crosses over my slender form

As our minds let go of work, work, work

This scene is well beyond the norm

Where we were about to go berserk.


No people, no phones, no email dings

No demands upon our time,

Listening as the wild wind sings

 We are finally feeling fine.