Biography of nicky joyce
I was born and raised in Tiverton Devon, my father is a agricultural contractor and my mother an housewife. As a child I enjoyed gymnastics and the out doors, I have 3 sisters and one brother.I took part in my local majorettes to which my older sister and I thoroughly enjoyed it. We travelled to different towns and preformed.I studied at Tiverton high school where I passed all my GCSE`S. After leaving full time education I was more concerned about getting money and worked in a chicken processing factory. Growing up I wanted to be a mum and start my own business but life never pans out the way you think it will when your a child. I enjoyed looking after children and the fulfilment I had was a wonderful feeling. I worked in a nursery for a while and learnt children`s behaviours could change with the smallest upset. I desided then I wasn't ready for being a mum and wanted to explore what more I was capable of. growing up you have all these wonderful thoughts and think life would be easy but when your at the stage the realisation of it hits you. writing poetry is like a realise of all inner thoughts feelings. I have three cracking kids to which im very proud of and also went to college and became a qualifield teaching assistant. working with children has gave me alot of insperation.
- A Lost Good Friend
- Your Life, My Life, Our Life, New Life
- My Unique Friend Thats How We Roll :)
- judging someone
- what if! ! ! ! ! ! !
- Spin me in a teacup.
- Vocal stand
- my old christmas poem
- My First But Lost Son
- not my normal self: (
- just you being you.........
To Be Life In All
To be broken and fixed and to be healed inside takes a lot of special time
To be hurt and destroyed to give it your all takes no time to express at all
To forgive and forget that very awful mess takes some directing to kick it to rest
To leave and go means letting go then that’s the way it will have to roll
To love and start again is something that tends to follow after heartache
To learn to live and to get rid of what we all call sorrow
To start a fresh to start a new is what makes dreams