Growing Up

Currently nine and all is fine

When it comes to favourites, she’s still mine

We Share...

Warm hugs, soft kisses, clasped hands

Turning ten, what happens then?

I’m nostalgic for simple times again...

She’s becoming a...

Back-chatter, know it all, with money demands

She’s a pre-teen, must be seen drama queen

I’m a menopausal mum who’s run out of steam

We grow...

Older, wider, wiser, and 

Closer

Rainy Day

We are cocooned up together in our holiday retreat,

with afternoon plans for fairground fun, anticipating heat…

Our vacay plans come crashing down with the sound of beating rain.

No chance of chips and Rocky Road ices for us 3 once again :-(

Instead we crack open the craft box, let the creative juices flow.

It’s what we always do when there is nowhere we can go.

A short walk to the beach is unappealing when you’ll obviously get

so drenched it’s like you swam there, you’ll be so dripping wet.

We could choose to watch a movie, or binge watch too much MAFS?

Or try to find a comedy that will give us lots of laughs?

We could play a bunch of board games if it didn’t make us bored.

We could try to complete the puzzle book that often gets ignored.

It’s perfect weather for the ducks but they’re nowhere to be found.

Should we grab an umbrella to venture out and try to search around?

Or is the rainfall here a sign that we’re where we’re supposed to be…

snuggled up on the sofa, just Daddy, Evie and me

The Wrong Ending (DJ)

Broken

In Bits

And pieces

Gone to pieces

Lost

A piece

Left 

With a hole

Bereft

Irreplaceable

Grief

A sharp pain

No relief

No painkiller 

Time

A life stealer? 

Yes

A healer?

No

The wrong ending

Starting School

Tonight's early bedtime should bring early rising,

Tomorrows adventure will be new & surprising!

For you have reached 4 and school time is here.

You're full of excitement (while I'm filled with fear).

For we have been blessed with time to share,

And crammed it with excitement beyond compare. 

We have travelled so far, took in many an attraction.

We have biked, swam and skated and filled life with action.

Now I have to step back, let others help you grow,

To unleash the force of nature that I've nurtured. And so

When you skip into class, I hope you do it with glee,

And ask only that you do not look back at me.

For the tears that I'm crying are only a sign,

That I'm coming to terms with sharing what's mine.

I will miss you with all of my heart darling xxx

The Terrible 2's

I watch you when you're sleeping,

Amazed at how delicate you seem.

For there is no indication that you're such a drama queen.

You've the face of an angel...

And the spirit of a minx,

At least my "spidey senses" tingle when you're up to your high jinx

I contemplate the tool kit

On which I've become reliant.

The bedroom gate, the naughty step, the word "NO" - you're so defiant!

But I do admire your sharp mind,

Get amused by your wiliness,

And at least now you're a little older you can clean up your own mess.

I was warned about the terrible two's

But no one ever did explain,

How you'd shake the core of my sanity...again, and again, and again.

I love you baby girl xxx