Category: childhood

Summer Jewels

Summer walks with the children.

The Call

White treasure, petals bright Fall from high to small Hands and fingers, softly lands Adoration; springtime’s call.

Not in Bed

I should have put Her back in cot I should have shut My eyes I should have laid In covers hot Instead I stayed And smiled Into tiny sleeping face Into heart, toughness and grace Thinking, ‘This is your place’ My arms, hardly the…

Better

Lit so blue A hue Of happiness No less No stress There’s mess But we don’t care Grab hair Share the Ouches Slouches on a Sunday Me and baby Out in the sun Two that were one Better this way.

Chemical Wonderful

He says Chemical Fresh My eyes widen What a term A germ Of genius Genuine wonder At spring’s youth We blunder Through each day Crazy and way Out of line But smell that Chemical wonder Tear me asunder With laughter Tears And pollen.

Close Circuit Life

White noise Light Screaming Electric whine AC/DC buzz Hum, hymn to Sweat and blood And tears Not fairs Grey hairs And loop And glitch Switch White noise Broken toys Nameless joys Extended scenes And screams And dreams Grey hairs From scares And truth Or…

If he ruled the world…

If he ruled the world Celebrity vloggers would Always tweet back Staying up all night Would be good for you Books could be Read in the dark Screen time would just be Time There would be No shouting No fussing No stressing No rushing…

Just One Taste

That little, sweet sound As she latches on; Pure satisfaction Simple contentment Though I give her But one taste A single flavour Of sustenance She is so grateful And happy And thus Sustains me.

Broken Treaty

How it hurts To be told No When you’ve said Yes All day To have your love Thrown in your face And kindness Thrown away I know he tries But then he lies I wish I knew The whys Battle resumed I man the…

The Battle

And so begins NaPoWriMo 2018! Good luck to all who are participating. Constant lies Puppy dog eyes Butter would melt And why why whys Driving me insane This is my brain Pouring out my ears And down the drain.

Magpies

Photo by me, Magpie through a rainy window, copyright 2017. One for Sorrow Two for Joy Three for a Girl Four for a Boy Five for Silver Six for Gold Seven for a Secret Ne’er to be told. Ok, most of us will know…

Two Sides of the Wheel

It struck me today that for her entire life, there has been more darkness than light for my four-month-old. Born in November, weeks after the autumnal equinox, she has never known a time where the day outshone the night. My first born was almost…