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…
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.
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.
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…......
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…
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This is a reposting of a serial story I started last year. / The story revolves around the lives of those affected by the incident. I will be posting a section of this story a day for the next 28 days at least. / After that the story may go on.
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.
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.
The Spanish inquisition .. No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.
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
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…
When my son lost his baby boy, I watched as everyone consoled the baby’s mother but expected my son to be strong. / I wrote this poem about how I thought he was feeling inside and what he might have said Featured by Back in Black – 2nd 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
Why did he have to do / all those really nasty things / I hate it running down my legs / when I haven’t got a hankie
The rape of a 10 year old by a stranger, who had already been sexually abused for many years before / MCN: C11A5-04236-0B38F
Have long believed that humans create their own chaos and violence by avoiding pain and discomfort. This morning Mum read a quote from a …
I have been writing heaps about pain of late. I believe that much physical pain comes from the avoidance of emotional confusion. That this ignorance creates much of the violence and suffering in society. However many of us just stick to ignorance and judgment rather than going deep for the real answers to the ills of society.
time passed time present time tomorrow / time to let go i want one more day
This is for my son who I miss very much. One of life’s joys is being a parent and watching your child grow and develop into someone that you not only love but actually like as a human being and a person you admire and wonder how did it happen…and feel so fortunate, that you just don’t question “how or why” and you have that joie de vivre in your heart…life does have wonderful surprises. But every time he leaves to go where he calls home…which is far away…I think “time passed time present time tomorrow…time to let go i want one more day.” And then I think “I held you then I hold you now.” If you are a father one day you will turn around and your children will be grown up and on their way to somewhere…I wish you what I had and have…it was worth everyday I have had with my son.
Letter to my family and friends, funny, comical, poem.
They say our golden years will be wonderful, I beg to differ.
The warming smile of their faces / As they rise each morning / Secures my beliefs in love and / In the knowledge that God
Children are not just miracles, they are the reason we are who we are, our hope and our future. They are gifts.
My Mum stimulates much of my writing with our conversations. One thing that she doesn’t like owning up to is hate. She has experienced mu…
I have a massive fear of violence. I cannot understand why humanity has lived with violence and do all I can to understand why it happens. This piece is about passive agression and how I believe it has a great influence on physical violence. This is not to suggest in any way that I support physical violence. Just to suggest that perhaps the physical is the symptom rather than the cause.
His house smells like pepper and rubber. Both of those things unnerve her.
Was on a run the other day and as is often the case started to access a very relaxed communication with my own thoughts. Suppose you coul…
Coming into Christmas I have once again sensed people becoming more desperate. I see such desperation as humanity’s disease. We so live in fear of each other and this has the affect of seperating us not only from others but our own hearts. This then seperates us from creating the world we all desire most.
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