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You mean the world to me

I don’t write down the words you say
I can’t remember what you did yesterday
I don’t have a lock of hair stashed away
Yet you mean the world to me

I may not measure every inch you grow
Or have kept every one of your Babygros
My feelings for you I may not always show
Yet you mean the world to me

I may not do crafts or help you make cakes
Swimming or yoga – you I do not take
My smiles can sometimes be a bit fake
Yet you mean the world to me

I haven’t written about every day
Or when you walked, or toys you play
Sometimes I want you to just go away
Yet you mean the world to me

I don’t catalogue your life so far
I’ve forgotten much, it’s a bit of a blur
To tell the truth it’s been quite hard
Yet you mean the world to me

I can’t sew or make fancy dress
The house is almost certainly a mess
You aren’t coordinated when you’re dressed
Yet you mean the world to me

I think of you before I sleep
Sometimes for you, a tear I weep
My heart’s forever yours to keep
Because you mean the world to me

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…

Thicker Than Water -Prose for Thought

Thicker Than Water

For Lydia

 

Two links joined together

links that cannot break

we are thicker than water

we are love and hate

 

two sides of the same coin

both turning different ways

whichever way life spins us

we cry, we laugh, we craze

 

whatever highs and lows; the ebbs and flows

a shoulder, a heart, a hand is there

a bond so invisible it shows

a person who will always care

 

Libra lifting like air signs do

breathing life into your dreams

carrying  little bird into the sky

I hope you will spread your wings and fly

 

you are the calm waters into which I retreat

have faith in yourself; as you do in me

I know you can do this; don’t admit defeat

 

Emily Tealady 2013

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Birth – Prose for Thought

Birth

the need for artifical help

the need to get things started

the lack of any feeling

the dreams they had departed

monitor booming heart beat bass

the heat, the smell

I couldn’t picture your face

I felt as if you’d never come

a mirage, a lie

I had fooled everyone

hot gush of liquid

forced from you inside

you really did not want to meet me

you wanted to hide

sting and cold metal needle

into my hand

we would meet very soon

yet I still could not understand

the aching started slowly

but then hit me like a bat

crank it up crank it up crank it up

every hour, high intensity

no end, beginning, no going back

an injection pierced to ease

and a loss of hours

I can not remember or see

a blur, a dream, I’m saying things

and wondering off into little tangents

almost forgetting the reason I am here

I’m pushing

down down down down down

never ending, I want it finished

I can’t think of you or me just down

then purple, blue you emerge

into the light out from the dark

the work the pain is done

and now I need to face the truth

you are here, now I am a Mum

Knowing – Prose for thought

I knew.

Omniscient patience, quiet conviction.

Peace.

peace washed over me, calm, cool, clean.

Glow.

a warm, soft glow, sun in the winter snow.

Calm.

a halcyon held hand, an embrace, solace.

I waited.

Ticked days, minutes, months

tortuous trickling time.

a knowing more than fact or fiction

a resolution, a power, a virtue

I knew.

 

 

 

 

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Little Bud – Prose For Thought

Apologies for last week’s absence with Prose for Thought; I had a bit of a brain block (I think tiredness was catching up with me!) but here I am, back again. This week I have been doing some lovely things with the bubba, and she seems to be learning so much, that this is the inspiration for the poem.

Little Bud

You’re growing so fast

you look different every day

like a little bud

you grow silently so I don’t notice.

Blossoming, blooming

you start to reach out

touching things around you

how did you learn to do that?

Giggling, gurgling, shrieking

they say sound can help you grow

you look all around you, soak up the sun

information like a feed to you.

You wriggle, you squirm,

trying to get higher, to reach the sky

only you know what way you want to go

Little Bud, you’re starting to spread your leaves

and when you smile, it’s like a flower has bloomed.

Emily Tealady 2013

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Milk – Prose for Thought

Milk

Cool, white
Warm heart
Flowing tears      
In the dark

Gushing, rushing
Pulsating Emotion                  
Willing nature
Such devotion

Porcelain nectar    
What is Best
Smiles or tears
It is a test   

Hunger, desire
Want, need
this battle
To feed         
                 
Emily Tealady 2013

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Sleeping – Prose for Thought

Sleeping

Oh how I took for granted
The easy slumber’s now departed
That fog when you awake;
I’m in a semi conscious state

Delirium at 4 o’clock
Hold the babe and rock rock rock
Jolting yourself you nearly fell
Oh how I wish I had a spell

When I was younger I didn’t think
I clearly was the weakest link
All those times I got up early
Such a fool; I wasn’t worthy

A few hours to recharge
My sanity is now at large
I try to keep myself from weeping
Oh how I miss that thing called sleeping

Emily Tealady 2013

Prose for Thought