Human Touch Wales

09/11/2025

Remembrance Sunday - By Gwyn Davies

Everyone a warrior, off to face the war,
We can only think of horrors and tragedies they saw.
Many mere youngsters, some too young to vote,
They crossed the English Channel in every ship and boat.
They dug into their trenches, waiting for the Hun,
No matter what was coming, they’d stand and never run.
Fighting for their loved ones, for you and him and me,
For all of us in Britain, and most they’d never see.
But it wasn't just the lads who stood in line to fight,
Women, too, were warriors, steadfast through the night.
They nursed the wounded soldiers, drove ambulances through the fire,
Their courage, like the men's, soared ever higher.
On factory floors they laboured, building planes and arms,
Holding up the nation, protecting homes from harm.
And don’t forget the animals, who marched through mud and flame,
The horses, dogs, and pigeons, whose sacrifice was the same.
They carried urgent messages, pulled heavy loads through strife,
Serving side by side with men, they too laid down their life.
Many never made it back, left there in the dirt,
So many hearts were broken, so many families hurt.
They’d wait to hear the whistle, then off to fight the Hun,
Ripped by the barbed wire, mown down by the gun.
How can we repay our debt to all of these brave souls,
The lads, the women, the animals—they all played vital roles.
How can we repay our debt to all of these brave lads,
Protecting wives and children, protecting mums and dads.
Proud to serve their country, to do it with no fears.
So stand there tall and strong today, no shame in shedding tears.

21/10/2025

We will never forget them ❤

At 9:13 on the morning of October 21, 1966, this clock stopped ticking. It had been a normal October morning for the small mining village of Aberfan, where it had been raining for what seemed like forever. But something devastating had happened that would change the lives of its people forever.

That morning, a waste tip from a nearby colliery slid down the mountainside into the village. It engulfed Pantglas Junior School and 19 houses. Teachers did what they could to try to protect their students, but they couldn't fight the immediate force of the slurry.

In the aftermath, locals desperately dug through the rubble in the hope of finding survivors. When they thought they had found someone, a whistle would be blown. Sometimes it was nothing, sometimes someone who would live to tell of their trauma, but often it was someone who had passed away.

Bodies were carried into a makeshift mortuary, where loved ones lifted blankets to see children's faces, identifying their own.

144 people were killed. 116 of them were children.

Today, we remember them. We honour the people who tried to save them. And we think of those left behind, living with the scars of what they have seen and who they have lost.

09/10/2025

15/06/2025

Tomorrow is Father's Day which we know can be a hard day for many, particularly those in our BHF community who have lost someone near and dear.

This year, we've partnered with Matt Abbott Poet to create a poem that can speak to how this day may feel to many of you, and to let you know that you are not alone.

If you'd like to share a photo, message or simply just the name of your Dad or father figure in the comments, we'd welcome that and love to know more about them.❤️

19/02/2025

14/01/2025

Aw, I want one!

09/11/2024

Gwyn's Poem

Everyone a warrior, off to face the war,
We can only think of horrors and tragedies they saw.
Many mere youngsters, some too young to vote,
They crossed the English Channel in every ship and boat.
They dug into their trenches, waiting for the Hun,
No matter what was coming, they’d stand and never run.
Fighting for their loved ones, for you and him and me,
For all of us in Britain, and most they’d never see.
But it wasn't just the lads who stood in line to fight,
Women, too, were warriors, steadfast through the night.
They nursed the wounded soldiers, drove ambulances through the fire,
Their courage, like the men's, soared ever higher.
On factory floors they laboured, building planes and arms,
Holding up the nation, protecting homes from harm.
And don’t forget the animals, who marched through mud and flame,
The horses, dogs, and pigeons, whose sacrifice was the same.
They carried urgent messages, pulled heavy loads through strife,
Serving side by side with men, they too laid down their life.
Many never made it back, left there in the dirt,
So many hearts were broken, so many families hurt.
How can we repay our debt to all of these brave souls,
The lads, the women, the animals—they all played vital roles.
Proud to serve their country, to do it with no fears.
So stand there tall and strong today, no shame in shedding tears.

20/10/2024

They'll never be forgotten 🥲