Oh angel face, why so forlorn? / Oh tired eyes, I see you yawn! / You will sleep here safe tonight, / It’s time now for your moonlit flight….
In bloom by Basia McAuley
The small feet of a child not quite two, / Shuffle along dirt roads as most children do.
Within the water’s reflection lays a magical metamorphosis, which even though painful at times, lays the beginning of new roads about to be traveled. Recall of personal childhood shows itself first in the dream state, and is reinforced not long after, while reflecting upon the waters. In early years of recovering memories; fear, anxiety, and shame flooded my consciousness, placing a barrier between the voice needing to be heard and messages from childhood still deeply ingrained. Putting the old messages to sleep, teaches the skill to share memories, removing uniqueness once felt. The following was written after awaking from a short nap today.
Did he have to pull me off my bike / and drag it across the ground? / I hope my neck doesn’t bruise, so / a chain lock does come in handy th…
The rape of a 10 year old by a stranger, who had already been sexually abused for many years before / MCN: C11A5-04236-0B38F
Tonight becomes your night / As you turn your tassel. / A new door now opens / As you leave high school hassles. There’s a wondering in y…
Written the night before my daughter was to graduate from high school.
I held her hands this fragile child about / to be a mother, twelve years old - / so delicate, a waif really, tiny bones and too small frame…
She hid the bruises / Hidden pain / Of a life / So insane / Parents beating on a child / A good little girl / Not at all wild / She sits i…
I paused at the threshold, staring at the lurid symbols on the door and their blood-curdling descriptions of the fate awaiting any transg…
Horrid Humour.
expressions of life..
Kierra’s sixth grade teacher told her that she was ‘phenomenally intelligent and mature beyond her years’. From that point on, she devot…
What? I said. He wanted to buy this hospital? / Then he laughed about he silly it was to think that he was in his (quote) _old hous…
Thankfully, it comes to many of us. Old age. It may have some drawbacks though. (I’m still seeing connections with the movie: Romulus, my father. Particularly when the boy visited his father in a home.) / My parents met, when they were very young teenagers, in 1931. Married in 1941. / Both born in Gouda, 14 days apart. 14 July, 1917 & 28 July 1917. Mother passed away in May 2004. A long life together…......
He was my baby boy, born to me and you / Lived a tiny life, with fingers and toes brand new / I hate to see you cry and I can’t stop your t…
A father’s loss of a child Featured by Back in Black – 2 May 2009 / MCN: C4095-2E755-AF14B
People are so drawn to you – to your contagious smile and your excitement about simple things in life and in your world.
I’m working on a series of love letters…to people in my life – past present and future. / I think too many times we leave so much unsaid. I know I have – and then it’s too late. I hope to make sure I never do it again. I want people to know how they’ve touched me if even for a fleeting moment. what if…we all did that? my mom Love Letters 1
Remember to breathe! Stop and look at the sky, stars, sunrise, sunset, the flowers and the trees and your children laughing!
Prompted by a spat of people I know having children and as I have 5 and am step mum/mom to 3 and adopted mother to everyones friends [Known as “Mumma Red” and “Mumma Rang” lol] they always ask me for help and advise so I wrote it down! I do have a bit of expertise to go with my experience / - 3 years education degree [admittedly still to be completed but passed not failed!], 20 years Scout Leadership, 2 years adult trainer, 4 years child care certified and mother for 25years. Ok it’s still a work in progress but it’s a beginning / anyone want to add to these I would most welcome helpful suggestions NB raising children can only be seen as the most valuable and important vocation in life for without the next generation what is all the rest for?
In the empty room, abandoned and alone, her screams of anger and frustration filled the unheeding darkness.
The Good Old Days when life was happy and carefree / When lovers carved their names on trees / Life was simple with no complications / And t…
Carl, thank you!!! / Please check out my friend Carl Deary’s other awesome artwork on the RB.. /
With eyes cast down / He knocked on the door / Returning to his parent’s home / Once more He swore the last time / He would not return / Al…
But for you I would be lost / each day would lose its meaning / every moment would be meaningless But for you I would not survive / my st…
....he loved a good argument…..
memories of my father.
The Spanish inquisition .. No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.
An Infant Born / Held To Mothers / Breast, She Strokes / His Cheek Tenderly / In Soft Caress
Loving Tenderness Beginning to End
And the days did arrive when she spoke without fear; sharing life with wounded spirits, her words were clear.
Dedicated to someone special whom has helped me find the courage to search for the strength discovered in a mirror of obsidian glass. / Also dedicated to the many wounded spirits recovering from the trauma of childhood abuse in any form, May the journey bring love, life, and white light of self-protection, so we may seek shelter from the past in unison, and grow to love ourselves unconditionally, as well as the world around us.
You give me the rules / You give me the guidelines / You give me the tools / And then you withdraw to the sidelines / as you leave i…
~ ~ I was contemplating the advice parents give their children, and the ever natural progression of independence developed by youngsters as they learn to forge their own way, navigate the seas and lands and skies of their own lives … ... my ponderings were, that the best any of us can do for another is to share as many tools as we know, and then … yes – set each other free … because we each need to live and experience and create our own lives in our own unique way – we each have a lifetime :) / And so my thoughts wandered specifically to my mum who passed away due to cancer winning out over her some years ago. And on the subject of mums and cancer, then I thought of Marj whom I wrote this piece for as she is currently fighting breast cancer … ~ ~ All proceeds from sales of the image to be donated to Cancer Research UK
toss you up and down roll you…all around and up and over on…my shoulders I carry you…
Provenance…serendipity…kismet you have found it or it has found you the treasure or little treasured bundle and bundled up in your heart the sparkling sparkle igniting the bond the little sparkler of life…child children childhood grow growing parenthood…old. You see them they see you and through their eyes they may walk like you or choose another path to walk…serendipity…kismet…provenance. Will they hold you and hold you close when you become the child and they become the parent as you age and one day are so much like a child just waiting for that day…kismet.
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