I am hoping
That with every door that is closed
With every goodbye that is said
With each pain my heart will feel
That I may understand a little more
That I may love a little more
And that I can be a blessing
In great ways or small
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Acceptance
If there were feelings
There would be words
With numbing acceptance
For that which I cannot change –
I find that I have none
Nothing Left
Watching you
Watching me
I turn myself away
I cannot open
My heart is closed
I want to run away
I breathe a breath
To calm myself
I have nothing left
To give
Image credit: Thierry E
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!
Dungarees
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Out of Your Reach.”
I went shopping with my daughter the other day. I was looking for some dresses for her. She saw a pair of dungarees and asked me straight away, please can I get these? My immediate reaction was no, I’m not here to buy those, I’m looking for dresses. Another time. As we walked away, she said to me quietly, I’ve asked before and you always say another time, but there is never another time. It stopped me in my tracks. I thought to myself good point. I decided to change my mind and said to her okay, let’s go back. I bought them for her, and she wears them now all the time! And they look so cute on her! I told her on the way back, she really twisted my arm, but I suppose that’s what mothers are for. I don’t have a mother whose arm I can twist, so good for her!
Life Form
The song of the birds
Singing their sweet sounds
Echoes into my heart
We are merely life
Taking on many
Forms
Rainbows
Sometimes
As our tears fall like rain
Rainbows appear
Where we least expect them
Well, that’s what I’m hoping for
Anyway
Falling in Love
Age 22, looking over at my first true love
I fell in love when I was nineteen. It was crazy hectic. I used to listen to this song on the radio in the afternoons. While I was supposed to be studying. I instinctively knew not to chase him away. I let him come to me. It was the best time of my life. My life’s not over yet. Maybe I will get more best times.
When All Else Fails
Music to soothe the soul
Kindness
Love is the kindness
Extended when the strong hold
Hands of those in need
Poems and Petals 