🌸Dedicated to my Mummy who has been with me through it all. Blessed Mother’s Day. 妈母亲节快乐🌸
And to all mothers, godmas,grandmas and mothers to be. Blessed Mother’s Day🌹
I can’t remember how it felt to be born and to be in my mother’s hands that 1st time….
I can’t remember how my son or daughter smelt like when they were placed in mine.
All I remember is feeling that I would never be the same me ever again.
That love at 1st sight feeling is indescribable and the bond unbreakable.
Seeing my son sleep and I sneak him a whisper of love.
Seeing my girl tossing in her crib,
I bend over and kiss her.
I’ll never love like this ever again.
Each moment, each fear, each heartbreak of theirs forever linked mine.
Every experince in your life.
Each love, each failure and Victories live it well and savor it.
Be brave. Be faithful. Fight for what you believe in and always be kind.
Be better than me and your Father.
I’m proud and you are loved.
Thank you for calling me mama
my sweet babies.
I wrote this thinking about people in abusive relationships as I’ve been when I was younger. It’s hard to leave that “Monster ” behind. Have courage to leave. Have courage to fight back and love and live again. Because you are worth it. .
Dark waters stirring the surface of the unseemly calm pond.
Waking the Monster that lies beneath it,
Hungering to surface for more. “I’m not afraid.” she says
The lit weapon in hand.
As it emerges, she plunges
And drove it straight with good aim.
Eyes slowly fading.
The hunger and lust for her
Burning out with each breathe. “He can’t hurt me anymore.
He can’t .”
She whispered the mantra
Knowing she had slay and she is safe.
Image via https://adriftondarkwaters.com/home-2/
In a world so full of love,
I could never choose hate.
In a life so full of memories,
I could only choose the dark and good ones.
You and we are intertwine
Like threads to a tapestry.
We are so alike
And so different
It just blows my mind… In a time from the past,
To the present
Everything you say just makes me wonder
And I’ll wonder if you ever question,
Why the maker made you?
And your purpose?
And your pain?
Could you and would you have
Rewritten your stories?
And remade ours?
In the capsule of a time
Age carries faded memories of time
We hold hands and exchange pleasantries.
I’m hoping we will exchange hearts and meaningful conversations
That can withstand the grime of time.
I’ll Savour them.
It gets hard and hard to say goodbye.
I grow older and the reckless,
restless ways gives way to this fragile heart.
Would you take me away and hid me for a while,
While I make peace with it.
Show me your smile,
Warm my heart in yours,
While I’m still yours and the time is golden
Nothing lasts forever,
Just the memory of coming to pass..