Early night
Then and now
I held you in my arms
exhausted but triumphant
a tiny baby
grown in me
each feature
perfectly formed
the overwhelming wonder
the rush of protective love
the fearful anticipation
what now?
Now looking up
as you tower over me
how did those years pass so fast?
I can no longer rock you in my arms
I cannot sing you lullabies
(so embarrassing)
but my love is as fierce as ever
and you are just as precious
and my only wish
is for your happiness
for your life to be full and content
as you step out
control your destiny
choose your direction
and I will be there
in the background
cheering you on
and lifting you up
with every breath
Happy 18th Birthday to my son x
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18 years
18 years ago
I was right here
A different person
But the same me
I was breathing
I was terrified
Realising my life was about to change
The fear
The thrill
The pain
I didn’t know it would be hours yet
But I knew it was time
It was all beginning
And everything would change
Nothing More
I would appear
To be nothing more
Than a list
Of ailments
Existing
In frown lines
Yearning for slumber
mourning
curling up in a chair
feet tucked under
book in hand
running up the stairs
in a rush
with springs in my feet
sleeping all night
rolling over and stretching long and wide
waking refreshed and full of life
scrambling up a muddy bank
hanging precariously from a branch
while getting that shot
bending to brush my teeth
bending to pick up the milk
bending to reach my shoes
squatting near to the ground for an age
following bugs and beetles
chasing grasshoppers
getting out of the car
just by simply getting out of the car
and standing up
walking for miles
up hill over tussocks
down rough woodland paths
even mowing the lawn
vacuuming the carpet
scrubbing the sink
just existing
without the constant awareness
of the pain
I know I should be concentrating on the positives of what I can still do, but it’s hard when I’m mourning the loss of the simple things due to this constant pain 😦
Wayside Flowers
Spring will come
light up the dark
Autumn Kites
morning chorus
Calm Seas
calm seas
my words are not lost
but sunk
(not in a bad way)
deep in calm waters
far from churning waves
and strong currents
they rest on the sand
dappled with light
from gentle ripples
they wait
and if the storm comes
if the sea gets rough
they’ll rise in the swell
be there when I need them
to let out some pain
but for now
they wait
unrequired
for I am with you
and with you
is all
calm seas
for Bruce (of course) and for Trent who misses our words 🙂
Musing on my Muse
my muse is all around me
the air, the soil, the sky
the warm embrace of mother nature
the flash of butterfly wings
the shimmer of bug on leaf
the breeze through the long grass
the buzz of bumbling bees
the splash of a tiny frog
as flowers open to the sun
showing their hearts on their sleeves
tiny mosses rest on walls
in the dark, secret places
buds slowly swell
in wild garden, hedgerow, pond and wood
I breathe deep of my muse
fill my lungs with her beauty
capture just a glimpse of the wonder
and share it with you
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”
