In the UK it is Mother’s Day today. When I was small I’m sure I remember picking bunches of wildflowers for my Mum. I’d pick daisies and whatever other little flowers I could find and present them in my grubby little hand, and my Mum would act like it was a great gift. Happy Mother’s…… Continue reading Happy Mother’s Day
Tag: childhood
the view from here
the view from here has changed the meadows where we ran so wild and free all gone replaced by houses stacked in rows all neatly lawned and edged no trace remains of childhood days spent playing there a world of pure imagination (at least ’til time for tea) the cows moved on to other fields…… Continue reading the view from here
daisy chain
long gone warm summer days on the village green grass prickling my chubby bare legs reaching for yet more daisies for a chain that could reach the sky one after another added to the endless length and all that mattered was the careful task make a hole thread it through make another thread it through…… Continue reading daisy chain
fever
flush of fever with cheeks on fire eyelashes tear-wet as she looks up miserably time rolls back to past times when dreaded tooth pushed through tiny gum and weary mum held and rocked and stroked hot skin soothed and sang with calpol and cuddles and carried her off to bed
in my pocket
I keep you tucked up in my pocket to pull out when I need you in this bubble of my childhood home contemplating all those years before I knew you content in the knowledge I soon will reclaim my place in your arms
snippets of ancient memories
in my pushchair, under a red hooded raincover feeling safe and dry on the back of mum’s bike watching vertical lines pass by on some kind of underpass a trip to the library maybe less pleasant glimpse of crying on the sofa as the cat who had gone blind stumbled round and round crashing into things making me sob with sadness that sofa which…… Continue reading snippets of ancient memories
Childhood Days
days of endless summer freedom of the fields hiding in the tall grass until the farmer made hay days of scrambling out of bed as soon as we woke “I’m going out to play!” yelled out, assuming someone heard in my memory it never rained and no one fell or cried just sunshine, playtime imaginations…… Continue reading Childhood Days
Fairy Elephant
Blue, the fairy elephant clomps about wishing to be dainty and size 8 or something with tiny feet and delicate toes It’s not that she’s massive just fairly averagely normal (size 14 if you must know) but she’s nothing near elegant Attempts to dance like a ballerina ended in collapse on the floor broken vases…… Continue reading Fairy Elephant
