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This time 4 years ago I was waiting. Waiting to become a mummy. Waiting for the first contraction. Waiting for the pain. Waiting to meet my little boy.
A folky number about the highland clearances. ------------- Mother nursing her first born son a love so deep and true. Menfolk fight to save their land under a banner of blue.
You wake in the morning. Feeling all nice. Feeding your pets. The cat and the mice. Kids to get dressed. Breakfast to make. You just want a breather. A chance for a break. Making pack lunches.
A mirror for you A mirror for me We all look in the same one And different things we see. Some see comfort Some see pain Some see beauty Are they vain.
On a new estate in England, somewhere in Milton Keynes, Mother went out shopping, for brie, baguettes and beans.
Tears roll down my cheeks, the world I cannot face. The effort it would take is far to great to pull myself from this dark place.
I wrote this last month...
So today I celebrate my twin girls 2nd birthday. Time has passed amazingly quick and if I'm honest the first year was a bit of a blur.
I made a wish, and you came true. I can't imagine my life without you. Tiny fingers, tiny toes. My love for you each day grows. A bonus baby, a gift from above. Cherished with your brothers love.
When she first felt the flutter. A star shone brightly above. And at the bottom of the garden. A celebration was beginning. The mother so dear, so true. The fairest of them all at this time.
Wandering through the meadow alone, Listening to the melancholy tone. The long grass sways, the flowers dance, Time on my own to be cherished while I still have chance.
#OpussWings A steel skyline presses in November cold roosts on the flats The drizzle stings her teenage skin, Lies peppered in her gentle plaits. The buggy holds her special joy.
I love the way you stare into my eyes and give me a cheeky smile. I love your soft skin next to mine for you I would go that extra mile. I love the way you play with my hair even when it's pulling.
Thursday, 3 February 2011Where will it all end?.
Friday, 28 January 2011Where the Hell did thursday go??Ill Start Backwards, My therapist says that's probably best and then i may actually forget some of the stuff that has happened :0/ Good evening...
Im supposed to be drinking wine :0(Hello you my phantom invisible followers, how the devil are you this evening???, a special good evening to Mrs smiff thanks for being brave enough to be a proper...
Friday, 21 January 2011Im supposed to be cooking TeaYo thousands of followers and fans, im so pleased you have joined me!.
At a nearby family restaurant, Laverne sat in a corner booth with her two small children. She ordered a generous meal for herself which she informed the waitress she intended to share with her brood.
Month 1. Changes taking place Can't keep my usual pace. Month 2. Something's happening within All I do is reach for the bin. Month 3. My tummy is getting bigger Omg. I'm losing my figure. Month 4.
Waa waa waa waa Usually it didn't bother her But today was different Today she didn't have an answer Waa waa waa waa She felt the darkness closing in She felt numb No feeling in her motherly...
For some reason, I find myself continually wondering, whether I have been born in the wrong era, or the wrong ethnic group, or maybe even the wrong world.
Just looking at your face. I know my life is in place. Just your sweet sweet smell. Reminds me from heaven you fell. To give birth to wonderful you. Tells me life will never be blue.
Broken vase.
This one is for the childless mother with the child bearing hips that carry babies from another a sigh on her lips.