Tag: love
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Single parenthood …
Parenthood is tough Being a single Mum is tough A lonely road No one there To compare Thoughts, ideas and discipline Instead this falls On you Everything. The caring and the nurturing The listening and discussing The advising and telling off Drying tears Comforting and cuddling Dealing with bullies Treading a narrow line Between interfering…
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My book finished, at last …
I never thought this day would come My book all finished and complete. There were times The road ahead Seemed long and weary Full of doubts, Questions, Incomplete. I worked in secret Not owning up Hoping one day I’d get here, But hardly daring To believe. I’d be working well Then something Stopped me in…
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Finishing touches to the book – but how do I feel?
My book went back yesterday I hope for the last time Two very small corrections Added to the list to do. I feel so very proud of it But even yesterday It was so very hard To sit down and attend To the work I needed to do. There is a part of me I’m…
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Support with party planning …
It’s true to say Yesterday I was feeling unsupported. Party planning Can be trying And although I want it so And know that it must happen, Deciding this, Deciding that, Alone With no one else Began to feel Solitary, Dare I say it Lonely! The universe stepped in And in my meditation Two strong arms…
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I had a startling revelation …
I had a startling revelation When Eloise and I did meet For a Body Talk incantation Of magic, my story so complete. The priority for the day Or so my body did say Was my nervous system Years 40 to 50 A calming down, a settling needed. No revelation there Optic neuritis number one Happened…
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Being a single Mum is tricky …
Being a single mum is tricky So many ups and downs Right turns, wrong turns Joy and pleasure All rolled into one. To carry on, a widow When part of me was missing To steady the helm Keep things together Shop, cook, sleep, eat While all the time Steering through stormy weather. Attend to school…
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Four relationships and a diagnosis …
In my fourth relationship Since Gaban, (I really don’t have A good track record) I found myself, Unknowingly, Under huge amounts of pressure Worrying about this man I’d taken on When really it was all with him, Nothing to do with me. I’d fallen into a familiar pattern Of worrying about money. His concerns, not…
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Yesterday I could smell you near …
Yesterday I could smell you near A mixture of you and cigars A comforting scent But disturbing too It puzzled me so Because I thought you wanted to go. This morning though The smell has gone My nostrils Clear and fresh Your smell has gone Yesterday so strong And As disturbed as I was I…
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One night I went to find self-love amid a sister circle …
One night, I went to find self-love Amid a sister circle A group of women Coming together To embrace our femininity. It felt so right To be there that night And soon I realized why. The meditation hit a chord A message from beyond, Or nor so far, Depending on Your own interpretation. Deep down…
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Gaban was a dream …
Gaban was a dream At least that’s how I see it now Of course, we had a few Incidental ups and downs I’ve dabbled with romance Since he died, I have to say But loss of independence Was the price I had to pay. Controlling men, I went for Perhaps to cover up The void…
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