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‘Hold my Hand’ is a profoundly moving collection of poems that delves into the depths of human emotion during times of disaster and grief.

 

Author Paddy Forsayeth draws from personal loss and his navigation through life’s challenges. In his journey towards healing, Paddy’s poetry offers a genuine and comforting exploration of the complexities of the human experience.

 

Each carefully crafted poem reflects raw honesty, inviting readers to connect with the author’s pain, love and resilience. The central theme revolves around finding solace and resolution amidst adversity, particularly after losing a loved one.

Hold my Hand

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  • I was born in London, UK, a few days after the end of WW2.

    I was the third child of Dr. Richard and Margaret Forsayeth. After a brief stay in South Africa, I, along with three sisters arrived in Atherton, North Queensland in 1952.

    We lived for a while in an old farmhouse with no electricity and an active outdoor life. This lifestyle continued for most of my childhood, where my siblings and I would explore the world and do things independently.

    Years later in Melbourne, I met my first wife, Pam, and after many weeks, we married in 1972.

    In the seventies, I taught in a technical school which I enjoyed very much. Our son, Aaron, was born in 1974, and our daughter Cara was born in 1976. They were both delightful children.

    Around 1982, I returned to teaching in Queensland. I eventually ended up in a small country school in Tara.

    In 1991, our marriage broke up, which destroyed my life. My emotional incompetence stood in the way of reconciliation and retrieval of our marriage. I plunged into despair and depression. During this time, I went each week to Brisbane to see a psychiatrist who was very helpful in dealing with many emotional issues and my past life.

    In 1993 I resigned from the Education department on the grounds of permanent disability because of my shattered emotional state.

    In the nineties, during that terrible time, I wrote a lot of poetry dealing mainly with subconscious wounds and lost memories.

    At the end of 1999, I arrived in Atherton to be with Maureen who I married in 2000.

    After seventeen years of a wonderful marriage, my darling Maureen died from cancer. There is nothing that could have prepared me for that terrible loss, which I suffer to this day.

    I hope that this book will help some of you who have entered that dark forest of despair.

    Paddy Forsayeth

    To contact Paddy, email racecompany@bigpond.com

     

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