Memory Lane

I came across these pics yesterday. Twelve years ago and I was so in love with my baby! Who has now grown to be taller than his mum, and is no longer a beautiful baby boy. #bringbackmybaby. When I saw these photos I thought of how young and idealistic I was, and how I have changed since then. My mother-in-law has passed, but my daughter has arrived. Johannesburg is then, Sydney is now. And twelve years later I write poetry to help keep myself sane. Well, relatively sane, I still have meltdowns – last week I had a meltdown of note and still trying to recover. When I see these pics I feel saddened by how I have let myself down, but am glad I discovered writing.

And I still don’t wear contacts or reading glasses, yay!

7 thoughts on “Memory Lane

    1. Thank you so much Lynz. When I am having my meltdowns I can scare many people away, so try to only have a few people totally across it! Thank you for offering to be there, I might take you up on the offer next time it happens. I am trying to recover and just taking one day (one hour) at a time! Thank you for reading my posts, it means a lot to me xx

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    1. Thank you Adrian. At times I feel so despondent that it feels nothing can help, but at least writing offers a partial outlet! Thank you for reading, and all the best to you too 😊

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