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Dear Baby 

Sorry baby, we haven’t meant to totally ignore you for the past 7 months…..

Dear Baby

I’m sorry you’ve taken a back seat 

I’m sorry I’ve sort of forgot 

I’m sorry you’re soon to be wearing castoffs 

And sleeping in a second hand cot 

I haven’t bought any nappies 

I really am quite far behind 

I haven’t even thought of your name 

I really am losing my mind

I’ve been quite frankly knackered 

And life’s just so busy and fast 

It’s not that you are not wanted 

At bedtime your sisters a pain in the….bum 

I’m not sure how we will do it 

But they say you should just slot in

Whatever you do, I’ll have my back up

Of chocolate and a bottle of gin 

We are excited to meet you

Just a quiet excited you see 

So please let me get a bit of sleep

And maybe one cup a day of hot tea 

Lost

Have you ever lost a ticket, a receipt?

Something you really wanted to keep

Have you ever held it so tight

That you thought you’d never lose it

But then it gets so familiar 

That feel between your fingers 

you don’t realise it’s not there?

It’s somewhere, floating through particles 

It still exists, it knows where it went 

You’ll never see it again.

But you know that it was real 

you can still feel the wrinkled paper in your palm.

Stress eating – a poem

Costa Skinny Latte and a Full fat Muffin

A fruity flapjack fits the Bill and I’m not bluffing

a diet coke or two and a rich tea if it is there

by the time the birthday cakes arrived

I’m starting not to care
you have to pay on debit card £3 is the aim

so grab a kitkat chunky and a double decker to your shame

you know you are in trouble when you have crumbs upon your desk

wrappers piling higher than paperwork that you detest
you consider eating the alpen bar that’s been in your bag a week

when someone asks whos eaten their crisps you turn and do not speak

your diet coke consumption has gone right through the roof

you empty your own desk bin so that you can hide the proof
but when its gets to crunch time, a twix will do the job

at least when you have your mouth full, you do not swear or lob

It really takes the biscuit, when you’re pushed to the extreme 

To have to choose a rich tea as there are no custard creams
You’re on the hit list for the tea fund, as you haven’t paid

But you have consumed their doughnuts and a cake that Mary made

Some people may do yoga, peace and calm, may meditate

But stress eating is the thing that I just have to contemplate

Storytelling Challenge

It’s National Tell a Story Day! I was challenged to write a children’s story with the help of another blogger’s prompts by Room To Grow. My prompts were:

Character: A wise old owl
Setting: A quiet forest
Object: A lost teddy bear
So here’s my story! Nancy did help a bit 😉
The Owl and The Lost Teddy Bear:

Once upon a time,
there lived an owl so wise
With a Brown feathery coat
and big yellow eyes

He was clever,
that is true
but he had a secret
no other animal knew

He lived in the tallest tree
A great big oak
And he’d answer big questions
When he spoke

The woodland animals came
To hear him speak
And ask him questions
They did with a squeak

He knew all the answers
He was never wrong
Until the day
He met someone

This animal was different
He looked a bit stuffy
With beady eyes
And hands all puffy

He had golden hair
and a little red hat
but he looked so sad
on the rock where he sat..

“I am a teddy”
The animal said
“I am lost, where am I?
I need to get back to my bed!”

“I live in a House
with a bright green door
George will be missing me
I’ve never been lost before!”

The owl, he thought
And thought some more
Where was this House
Teddy looked for?

“You are in the quiet wood”
The owl said
“I will help you to find
your place called Bed”

He looked around the wood
Under rocks and in holes
He asked the foxes
And he asked the moles

“I am looking for a bed
You see, it is in a place called house.
Would you know just where it is?”
He asked the little mouse.

“It’s for Teddy here
– he’s lost his way
he needs to go back to House
where George wants to play”

The Owl could not find Bed
he looked up with a sigh
and then he realised he could fly!

Owl started to run
soon they were up in the sky
“yippee!” cried Teddy
“oh no!” Owl cried

Owl didn’t look down
he looked straight ahead
“Don’t worry Owl – I’m here!”
the Teddy bear said

Teddy looked,
waiting to see his green door
he thought they’d never find it
but then there! Number 4!

“My house!” cried Teddy
“There it is!” cried the owl so wise
They flew up to the window
and Teddy snuck back inside

“Thank you for helping me”
Teddy Bear said
It’s been an adventure
now it’s time for bed!

“I’ll come back and see you”
the Owl he twit-twooed
then gathered his courage
back to the quiet woods he flew

So if you hear an owl at night
saying “twit-twit-twoo!”
he’s saying hello to Teddy Bear
and he he’s saying Hello to you

THE END

Read some other stories by the other bloggers taking part:

Cardiff Mummy Says – Grandma’s Cake

New Mum Online – The Gruffalo Adventures

Kissy the one eyed friendly tall clay blue monster – A story from Sarah’s World: http://sarahandc.blogspot.co.uk/

Max and Mummy: Hannah Saves the Day: http://www.maxandmummy.co.uk/2015/04/hannah-saves-day-story.html

Laura’s Lovely Blog: Chia the Healthy Troll:

 

 

 

 

 

Swallow the Sadness

I have to tell people they are dying.

Do you know how that feels?

to see the life drain away from them

the moment the words fall from my lips

like poison

 

I have to tell people they will not get better

that there is no hope to hold

they let go, set adrift, no turning  back

I can not tell them where they are going

 

Promises can not be made

I can not say how it will feel

no pain? how can I say you won’t feel pain

the loss of life and leaving  those loved

the ache can not be cured

 

I say I am sorry – what am I sorry for?

an absurd word to say, but I say it none the less

I hold your hand with a heavy heart

the air thick with dying cells and sickness

 

and then I walk away, into the outside

fill my lungs with air fresh and free

walk on to the next person that I see

I swallow the sadness and it dissipates

I can forget; but you can not

 

Crayon craziness

Crayons crayons crayons!
You are so colourful and stubby
You are just the right size for me
With hands so small and chubby

The paper is so crisp and white
It’s just right to have a scribble
Black, brown and blue I love them all
I can’t help but have a nibble

The waxy stubs of colourful glee
I just can’t wait to start
Round and round and round I go
Completing my next work of art

My mum she swoons and cheers
When I put crayon to paper
Has she never seen a squiggle before?
She must love the things I make her

Colours fill my every thought
When can I next get hold of wax
I want to hold every crayon I own
And then colour to the max

That’s right I’m crayon crazy
I just need them in my life
When I wake up it’s time to go
And crayon will all my might

I wonder if the magnolia walls
Could do with a bit more colour
As I start my masterpiece
-hold on, what’s the matter with mother?

Some people don’t appreciate
These great works of art
One day I’ll be in the gallery
On Cbeebies for a start

Mealtime Fun

When you don’t eat
And throw your food
Some people think
It’s rather rude

You point demand the biscuit tin
-But hold on we’re yet to start
Eat a few veggies, potatoes or peas
Don’t just sit there, and rip it apart

I wrack my brains
I huff and puff
Over the stove
To make you stuff

That glint in your eye
As you pick up your spoon
And aim it towards me
My heart fills with gloom

I’ve just got ready for work
And you’re eating toast
you rub your hands all over me
Peanut butter you boast

You’ll squish and pinch
You’ll sniff and lick
But actually eat it?
You won’t miss a trick

You’ll take a bite
And then I cheer
Only for you to go crazy
Spaghetti thrown at my ear

You say you want that banana
I am not so sure
When you ram it into your mouth
Then spit it onto the floor

Mealtimes are messy
They are supposed to be fun
You certainly like mealtimes
But the reason is wrong

Things I wish I’d never bought

A rocking chair

A baby bath
A ball with an annoying laugh

A baby bouncer

Long sleeved vests
Velcro bibs don’t stand the test

A bouncy chair you didn’t like
That ceiling projector went off in the night

You didn’t sit in the bumbo for long
The sleeping bags we bought were wrong

A Room thermometer that lied it was hot
Activity ball that would not stop

A travel dummy sanitiser
Water was a quicker answer

A changing bag with too many zips
A straw cup which won’t take any sips

A baby walker

A changing table-

trying to roll off as soon as were able

Heed my words this is my tale
Think before you make the sale

These are the things I didn’t use
What’s right for me may not be for you

Before you buy think what you choose…

Poem for Valentines – Prose4T

For Prose 4 T this week, I have a guest poem. This is written by my mum. She works in older peoples services, and has written this poem for valentines. Like me, she loves writing poetry. I have only recently introduced her to my blog, which she said she loved. She shared this poem with me, and it really touched me, so I have her permission to share it with you. So here it is:

Poem for Valentines

I may be a bit wobbly
My eyes aint so good
But I said I’d look after you
As long as I could

Even though it’s not easy
You don’t remember my name
But I love you my darling
Just the same

Remember when sweetheart
We danced through the night?
With Me in my Uniform
And You in your White

You sometimes remember
Cos I heard you describe
The dress that you wore when
You were my bride

But then when you ask me
Who are you my dear?
My tired eyes fill
With unshed tears

You don’t know who I am
When I tell you my name
But I love you my darling
Just the same

LCG 2014

Crane – Prose for thought

Crane

Domineering over skyline
Cold and grey
Like the water below
Watching, waiting
Seeing the world past by
A world you no longer know

Heavy weight,
You can lift and move
Those crates from further shores
You sit and wait for action
But there’s no action anymore

So you are there,
Watching, waiting, wondering
A reminder of the past
Cool and grey and heavy
You were built to last

I sometimes wish I were that strong
To take the strain of all this weight
Patient, powerful, pensive
What will become of both our fates?

Emily Tealady 2013

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