Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #222 & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Faraway
spring, love and color
bright holi celebrations
sadness faraway
Festival Of Colors
Tag: children
Arrivals
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #87
surprise bringing joy
ten tiny fingers and toes
smiles that melt my heart
Meltdowns
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #78 and VJ’s Weekly Challenge – I’m bored
i’m bored!
my teddy bear fell in the toilet!
i’m hungry!
jeffy took my crayons!
i’m thirsty!
mama, my finger is stuck!
sandra poked me!
jeffy hit me!
mommy, the cat looked at me funny!
come darlings
lunch is ready
the kiddie table is set
maybe some wine and a cigarette will calm you two down?
**DISCLAIMER – I’ve never offered toddlers wine or cigarettes.
The Risk Of Loving
Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Jewels & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #174
the streaming brilliance of those i adore
elicit my smiles and warm heart-felt thanks
for providing a cushion from the cruelty in this world
the love i hold for those i love
fills me with joy and comfort
an ease not found elsewhere but with them
occasionally worry squeezes my head
allowing anxiety to ripple through my heart
the safety of the jewels in my life takes priority
i hope desperately to ensure their longevity
because what would i be
without them
Reblog – Life-force by Dorinda Duclos
Oof! Those special relationships, they certainly know how to be there for us. It’s a tender and loving bond that never goes away.
She scolds me when I’m stupid
Though she’ll never use the word
It’s simply by, the look in her eye
That proves no words need be heard
I acknowledge with an uneasy sigh
But, somehow, it never soaks in
She looks at me and wonders why
I’d rather sink, than swim.
Things ingrained into me
From so very long ago
Are sorely hard to leave behind
For my own good, I need to, though
So I never let another
Drain my life, oh, how I’ve tried
As hard as I try to fight it
A part of me has died
To leave it in the past, tis true
I must heed what I am told
By one much younger than me
Who, with a simple hug, enfolds
Bringing comfort to my weary heart
Breathing life into my soul
My daughter shares her life-force
The thing from me, another stole…
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Let’s Go!
carefree resolve
adventure calls out to us
a naïve innocence
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #58
#Whatdoyousee
After Life
no one really even begins to tell you the truth
or maybe they are but
you just aren’t paying attention
it’s not all roses and sunshine
sustaining and nurturing life
it’s work, sweet but also filled with sorrow
that first look promises everything
truths unfolding eventually
moments can be filled with as much suckness as joy
because that’s life
a bouncing between two extremes
hopefully nestling more towards the middle
there’s sickness and whines
lots of snot and green squirts
a feeling of “will this ever end?”
at times rejoicing at the child’s laughter in new discovery
that first walk, mama and dada hearing their names
and a multitude of things in the positive column
decades of months of patience
doing right by baby, by family and maybe herself
holding it together, for one and all
then along comes the back talk of teenager angst
rebellion, screaming matches, threats of eviction
the tears in a mother’s hearts grow deeper
years of up and down emotions
tears of capitulations and smiles of jubilation
limits tested until just about snapping
then the agonies fade, sweet memories recalled
old pictures remind us of the evolution of the tiny beings
child-rearing becomes just something we all went through together
pages in their story book filled by their imagination
now independent and free from guidance
their journeys beginning to take shape
a look back brings bittersweet tears
but glancing forward forms a smile
a face filled with pride for these men i birthed
Pieces Of Me
all we consist of
resides in our progeny
a creation from two bloodlines
our biology dictating
the continuation of self
a birthing watered down
or a carbon copy ensues
the hair, the eyes
the frame and more
resemblance gives credence
to which clan it belongs
parents, the ones who care
give even more of themselves
sometimes, to the brink of thresholds
from where there is no return
all for the sake of the child
spawn filled to capacity
with the best of who the creators and mentors are
remedying the worst in themselves
while simultaneously cleansing
their seed of poor judgment
every ounce of care given
is preparation
for the next generation
before again passing
the cycle of life torch
some might say ad nauseam
Big Little
VJ’s Weekly Challenge #95 – What a Child Knows
young and confident
strutting out in the sunshine
showing how it’s done
Image credit: Pixabay- Zhugher
#Whatdoyousee
No Shame
My
child is
feigning now.
A big faker;
an academy award performance.
The absence of tears running down her face
is a huge clue!
A little
actress.
FRAUD!
**This is for all the parents who have been here. 🙂 Those little stinkers! LOL
I Write Her 