To really, truly
Scare me, gullible mum, would
Be easy to do
All a young life would
Have to do is jump out of
A magic pumpkin
Looking like some kind
Of ghoul or scary looking
Skeleton and that
Would be enough for
Old scared mum to jump right out
Of her wrinkled skin!
This entry was posted on November 1, 2015, in
daily prompt, parenting, photography, poetry and tagged Australia, Daily prompt, Halloween, photo, poetry, trick or treating.
In your eyes I see my heart
I see the love I have for you
In the depths I see your soul
Strength of spirit shining through
Although they now be
Grown, will never forget two
Sweet babies of mine
In response to The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo prompt:
“Gone But Not Forgotten”
This entry was posted on December 5, 2014, in
MovingTowardsTheLight.com, parenting, photography, poetry, Weekly Photo Challenge and tagged babies, gone but not forgotten, haiku, lost but not forgotten, memories, parenting, poetry, the past, time, time passing, weekly photo challenge, writing.
A treasure of mine
Is a tapestry that was
From my mother’s hand
She bought this deeming
It to be so beautiful
And now it is mine
I have been sewing
Since 1996, hope
To be finished soon!
We are nearly done!
This entry was posted on November 24, 2014, in
haiku, MovingTowardsTheLight.com, parenting, photo101, photography, poetry and tagged arts and crafts, haiku, photo101, photography, poetry, sewing, tapestry, treasure, writer, writing.
Every morning as it arrives
I hear the distant, early sounds
Of birds and traffic, and many things
Gently welcoming me awake
Until I hear not far from me
The sound of not one voice, but two
Familiar voices they seem to be
Little girl, and I hear a boy’s one too
I wish I could wax lyrical
On how pleasing these voices are to me
But left alone, awake and free
These voices are not in harmony
Brother and sister in daily strife
For when one is ten, and one is eight
There are many things that must be shared
Not so easy as it may seem
So in my daily awakening, I get to hear
The secret dialogue between
My baby girl and first born prince
Conflicts, fighting, pleading, sharing
I lie awake and let them be
In the shadows overhear –
The magical world one would live in
When one is eight, and one is ten
This entry was posted on November 18, 2014, in
MovingTowardsTheLight.com, parenting, photography, poetry, Weekly Writing Challenge and tagged children, conflict resolution, parenting, photography, poetry, weekly writing challenge, writer, writing.
I just wrote a book!
Well, I am editing my first
But now what do I have here?
Slipping through my fingers?
Flowing through my hands
In all of ten minutes
I have met Sweet Marigold
The hero of her very own tale
For little children so dear
For mum in question (that would be me)
Am always in trouble
For bedtime reading is not
My favorite thing to do
The words are too long
The sentences never end
Making me tired before I even start
That is no good!
For daughter already eight
And son nearly grown!
But babies are always being born
Growing into little children that
Would need stories to be read
And now we have Sweet Marigold!
She is so happy with bouncy curly hair
Seeing all the beauty around
All the flowers and petals and butterflies and bees
Gifts of nature keeping her company!
After Passion Through Poetry!
It is written! We need drawings, they are in my head!
I, an artist, have never been
So will have to recruit one
To bring life to my Sweet Marigold!
We love Sweet Marigold!
Do not mess with Kids
Drop-off Zone at school for there
Are police watching!!!
Neighbors empty swing
Echoing the voices of
Children now grown up
Offering painted walls to
Waiting Moms so bored
The Giraffe is looking down on me
And we have butterflies too
A farm has descended
In my living room while I
Have been on my phone!
This entry was posted on October 10, 2014, in
haiku, parenting, photos, poetry and tagged children, farm, fun, haiku, parenting, photo, poetry.