To My Daughter
Delicate dancing girl
you spin your silk around my heart
and twist your
baby fingers
around its chords
Floating fairy girl
you sprinkle smiles around the house
and leave your
laughter lines
in every room
Little Leora girl
you shine your light into my life
and sparkle
boundless joy
into my days
To my daughter
April 4, 2014 at 2:34 pm (Family Life, Parenting)
Tags: motherhood, poetry
Just a little something
February 26, 2014 at 2:59 pm (Family Life, Parenting)
Tags: motherhood, poetry
This week is pretty jam-packed busy for me. We’ve got cousins visiting from Wales, so all the family is together most the week. That’s ten children, three sets of parents and a grandmother or two. Totally fun!
As I don’t have time to write I thought I’d just share a poem I wrote recently in my Open University ‘Creative Writing’ course.
To My Son
I thought I knew love:How it sparks, ignites, alights
consumes the mettle of your soul
till vaporous you float,
like a firefly drunk on nectar.
I thought I knew what loving meant:
To give yourself entire,
tsunami of selfless devotion
rising high, empowered
by a deeper force within.
But when you held me in your heart the day we met
I knew nothing.
I was breathless, drowning in unknown waters.
Then you caught me, filled me, taught me:
Incomprehensible mother-love.
This rain is such a nuisance…
February 19, 2014 at 1:32 pm (Funny stuff)
Tags: Flood, Noah, poetry
We’re just a little bit wet here in the UK this winter! With the recent flooding causing havoc and distress, I thought I’d lighten things up and share with you a poem my Grandmother wrote, reflecting on the days of Noah and the flood. At least things are not THAT bad here… 🙂
[NOTE: this poem may not be suitable for children due to references to the sexual immorality which was prevalent at this time in history.]
Après moi
Let me tell you of my neighbour –
He is such a funny man.
He doesn’t fit in.
For ever since I can remember
He’s been working on that crazy boat of his.
And he never comes to local celebrations –
He calls them sin.
He’s cold and dead and thoroughly a bore.
Why, only last month when we had a riot
– the Nephilim had come –
You do remember, don’t you? – Those little virgins –
We made them dance and then dismembered them.
Hilarious fun!
Why, that old fool! He didn’t have the sense
Even to lock himself up in his house,
To stand aside.
My dear, he tried to interfere, harangued us
Mouthing of God – and oh, my dear, the biggest laugh of all –
He cried!
And have you heard? He keeps predicting floods
He says we’ll drown!
Here we are, six days’ journey from the sea!
And although it’s getting wet down here
– This rain is such a nuisance – up the hill
It’s fairly dry, in town.
Just look at that monstrous structure!
It’s taller than the temples
And longer than the creek.
He’s closed the door now, locked his family in.
And my dear, they say he has a zoo –
We saw some creatures going two by two
Into the boat last week.
– But about that feast that we had planned for you –
An indoor orgy’s all we’ll get together
In this inclement weather…