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Rosalind's P.O.V She went down the street, tears running and wearing rags, this may be Victorian times but no child should be like this.
We have all heard of birthing stories, some love to hear them, others hate it but they are a part of life. Even the men reading this will be thinking 'oh god, not another labour story, I'm off!'.
Having a mental block on what to write about today so thought I'd write about my day, not expecting anyone to even read it just feel the want to write.
She knows that she can't hide from him. No matter where she goes or how she change he will aways find her. Never stopping.
The funeral, the flowers, your family.
Oh I wish I could have a duvet day. And stay in bed all warm. Read my books and magazines. And sleep til I no longer yawn. But alas my boy needs to go to school. And my baby needs to play.
Well this is my first post and to be honest i have no idea what to write about. I guess i can talk about myself for a bit to let you in on some of my "secrets".
The face all red and blotchy Slurring words when she spoke Her eyes all bloodshot and heavy Ciggie in her hand, half smoked Everyone stares at her As she staggers, unable to walk She really is a...
#youngwritershousehold That vibrant and erupting sparkle in their eye, The many times they come to you to cry. You're their loving mother, And to them, there is no other.
Alone She held her baby to her breast A girl A beautiful girl It wasn't her first Hidden No one could know They would have hunted her down Injected her with poison One rule, one child Missing She...
After being nagged to do a bio here it is- My name is Terri no middle name, I'm not a Teresa just a Terri spelt with an I not a Y due to the fact that I am female.
I am Kim...Kimbo to my friends I am small, never got to 5ft but what I lack in height I make up for in boobs and mouth.
I'm me no one special just me. Like Heather I hate my name, it's very unusual. It has had its benefits though, at least I know when I'm being talked about.
A boy is born, a mother smiles She holds his hand, it's all worth while That moment, that instant gratification A bundle of joy, it's complete satisfaction Tiny fingers and toes, Bright red puffy...
Chapter 33: The hospital bed swam quickly along the busy white corridors.
So ladies and gentlemen if you have children or have nieces and nephews or know folk that have had kiddies. You'll know that the lady in question always has a birth story.
The silent spectator always there, The nurse, the cook, the carer so rare. The merciful protector so peacefully present, The emergency operator never hesitant.
What a beautiful day it was today. Not a cloud in the expanse of blue. The autumn sun beat gently on my face as i made my way to the high street, pushing sleepy Erin in her pram.
I whimpered. My stomach churned. Another scratch. The kitten wouldn't calm down. 'quiet little one. Mother's here!' I purred.
#emotion #forgiveness. Deep in a sweet slumber. A noise creeps into my dreams. A funny little noise. But not distant it seems. Meow meow meow. It wakes me with a stir.
#movement. It's that first kick. When you know it's real. Just like a little flutter. That's all you feel. To know that life. Has truly begun. Perhaps a daughter. Or loving son. The miracle of life.
Mother holds me in her arms, I look at her with baby-charms, A loving smile upon her lips, To kiss my cheek, her neck then dips.
Baby girl I hold my baby girl in my arms, Protecting her from all harm. So delicate and fragile I feel she will break. As crumbly as a home baked cake. He blue eyes staring at me.
Mothers hard at work We wake up in the morning with a smile on our face, constantly today we won't slow our working pace. Get the kids up for school, on the way get some car fuel.