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5:27 am
It is time to get up.
Airport.
Shower – I use the woman’s fancy shampoo.
Toothpaste, lotion, brush; done – in the black hygiene bag.
The woman enters the bedroom to check on me, “You have everything?”
“Yes,” I say, “I think so; if I leave anything, you could send it to me?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Okay,” I say. She walks to the kitchen and sits down softly with ...
Monday 24th June 2024 5:50 pm
Chanel
Chanel she is water her name says
She looks like her mother the same face
Element Water
Identical daughter
She shines she is fierce with grace
Sweetest of barbies
She studies then party's
Chanel rocks the logo
Shes scented like coco
The water that leads to the sun
Intuitive lady
First female baby
Intellect crazy
Blessings chanel twe...
Tuesday 2nd April 2024 10:09 pm
Today my friend buries her mother
Today my friend buries her mother in a coffin she has painted by hand. Today my friend's father tells her that she has taken on too much responsibility in the matter. She tells me he made her feel like she did not have a choice. Today I will get my hair cut. Today by mid day my friend will have buried her mother. My friend is only twenty four. Her daughter is two. I ask my friend how she has been ...
Tuesday 30th January 2024 8:45 am
NOLA
Graceful white shoulder to lean on is she
Blossoming beauty from seedling to tree
Structured so compact
So light on her feet
Ahead of her time
Soft voice oh so sweet
Four letter name quite rare in the city
Nola a diamond outstanding and pretty
A change in emotions or mood she detects
She will question your motives to make you reflect
Meet her you'll say she's like no one you've ...
Friday 8th December 2023 12:00 pm
Thank You Dad
Thank you Dad.
Thank you for your deep deep love.
For always making me feel so special and loved.
For teaching me to pass on that love to my own children.
I could not have felt more loved.
Thank you Dad.
Thank you for sharing with me your love of music and poetry.
For reading to me at bedtime and encouraging my love of books.
For instilling in me the love of words and ...
Tuesday 24th May 2022 12:25 pm
A Daughter's 18th Birthday Poem
Seasons come and seasons go
Through autumn’s leaves and winter’s snow
Sweet as summer berries you
A fresh spring breeze you carry through.
Though time flies fast, the passing years
Have bought us laughter, joy and tears
And now at last our daughter dear
Has reached her special 18th year.
So with all the love we feel inside
And all a mother and father’s pride
...Tuesday 24th May 2022 12:13 pm
Oh Sweet Bird Of Youth
Don't fall from your perch
Oh sweet bird of youth
For life doesn't always
Tell you the truth
There's many who lie
Deep in their lies
And hover around
Like unwanted flies
But, pay no heed
Oh sweet bird of youth
Ignore those who taunt
Or call you uncouth
For you are the blossom
The sweet morning dew
Unique to yourself
The most beautiful you!
You're t...
Friday 29th April 2022 7:31 am
Magnolia
If you were to leave your body with this breath, you’d float across the lake like dandelion seeds on the wind; the cool denseness of the surface buoying you, the deep gravity of the water anchoring you.
If you were to leave your body with this breath, the stars would twinkle just as if you hadn’t, but the moon, the moon would heave earth and ocean just to draw you heavenward.
Wednesday 28th July 2021 4:09 pm
Mum
13.03.2020
You're the first thing I ever knew
The first sounds I ever heard
The first movement
First heartbeat
First meal
First love
Your womb was my home and in it I built my existence
In you I grew and gew
And through you I met myself
I am to you
As the light is the dark
The seed is the flower
The rain is the ocean
Your cells are mine
And through you I exist
Yo...
Thursday 13th May 2021 8:58 am
The unkindness of Covid
Your polo shirt is slightly askew.
Eyeliner you try and hide.
My daughter baby’s prime;
we have fought for this.
You now sit in classrooms,
open windows, warmth drained.
Queue, face mask clad, in corridors
dreaming of seeing faces
The boy you pass notes to
you are no longer free to kiss
or find the ecstasy in another.
Your childhood is on hold.
W...
Monday 19th October 2020 12:41 pm
Daughter
Forgive me, for not
being the mother
you needed me to be.
For being too busy,
too naive to see
what was happening
in front of me.
For being silent
when your father
screamed and demeaned.
For when I thought it
was sweet that your
boyfriend carried you
to your room when you
"fell asleep".
For not enough hugs
and too many lectures.
For not seeing the signs
of addict...
Friday 17th May 2019 3:29 pm
The day I met you
The day I met you
My soul awoke;
a sound of crying so joyous I could cry myself
The thought of opening my eyes
without the sound this little life I created would be just as scary as it was
when she had opened hers in the first
moments of life
She lit up my night sky
She came to me with golden hair
The color people would dye to have
For her, I'd die a million times to have al...
Tuesday 11th December 2018 2:00 pm
My
I see the opening of your mind's eye,
glittering like a starry sky.
Asking yourself, how high?
The iron will that says, I try.
Go my darling, you'll fly.
Full of joy, I cry.
The apple of your father's eye.
Wednesday 10th October 2018 11:16 pm
Walking with my girl
The wind blew us away,
but we stayed sure footed.
Evening drew in
as dark clouds swam
in post storm
Dreams:
a God dwelling sky.
We built shelter
for your game,
The way you faced
the wind
made me so proud.
We the warrior queens,
wanting nothing but this.
By Emma-Jane Stradling
Thursday 5th October 2017 9:54 am
My Inspiration: My Daughter
Never thought I'd be a single mom
It hit me like a bomb
Never thought I'd be all alone
Watching my very own clone
Some days are harder than most
Some days I have to fight not to choke
The stress
The weight
On my shoulders
But I have to say it all goes away when I hold her
When she looks at me
So happily
Its like I have a little piece of heaven
And those probl...
Sunday 25th October 2015 2:28 am
Midnight Manoeuvres
Thursday 7th May 2015 12:24 pm
What is an alcoholic?
What is an alcoholic?
When I was 2 you were all I knew
I had no idea what the bubbly juice was
But I knew it was good and it came from you
At 3 I can only remember seeing you hyper
Never understood your words were you speaking proper?
I don’t know what happened but mommy had to go
Now im just left here no soul 3 years old.
Grandma and Grandpa are extremely nice
Spent 10 ...
Thursday 7th May 2015 5:30 am
Back Then
Trisha M. Hopkins
March-15-1994/June-12-2013
Dedicated to my mother Christine Barrek
I love you mom
I remember Back then
When i was a kid
The memories i hold
On everything i did
And the stories my mommy told
Tucking me into bed
Saying sweet dreams love you and don't let the bed bugs bite
Then before leaving the room
She'd kiss me on my forehead
And i'd reply with "love you and...
Monday 9th February 2015 12:54 am
*Violence To Ones Own*
October-7-1997
Trisha M. Hopkins
{I}
Waiting for him, sitting in the car
Under the erie moonlight
Imagening what he'll do
Seing him in the distance, Seeing him in the night
His mind shouting "I'm going to get you!"
{II}
He sees himself going after the man
He sees himself dragging him, dragging, dragging
Tying the man up
Everything is so dim
Under the erie moonlight
{III}
Torc...
Monday 9th February 2015 12:23 am
Your Meaningless Love
If I asked you if you loved me
would you mean every word you spoke.
If I asked you if you thought of me
- your distant child-
would I find that special moment
when you thought of me so dearly.
But if you ask me if I loved you
there wouldn't be any words
that could express my feelings
I have towards you, just silence in reply.
And if you asked me if I thought of you,
you would see tear...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:26 am
Ode To Eva
You are sunkissed hair
All seaside skin
The tomboy princess
Scraped knees, bruised shins.
A tree climbing angel
My hide and seek belle
All beauty and promise
Like an old wishing well.
Such a natural leader
As you're learning and growing
You shine like a beacon
So head strong and knowing.
Bringing joy in abundance
As I watch you develop
S...
Wednesday 16th July 2014 11:25 am
Lorraine
The bayonet. I've had it a decade. There's provenance here... not written I'm afraid. My mate Richard, who I went to school with in 82-87, had a lovely sister. Lorraine. from a different dad. He was a soldier in the British army. He's dead now. He collected weapons, guns and knives. His wife asked Richard what to do with them. Some were real guns. I said tell any cops the guns are fake...
Friday 8th November 2013 10:19 pm
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