Tag: children
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Teaser of Growing Gordon
Teaser video for the beginning of “Growing Gordon”. This truly is a passion project, ten years in the making. Gordons and his sisters are named for my mum and her siblings, and a lot of Gordon’s character traits are based on my dad and my son. I want to honour the people who have shaped…
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Help Gordon Grow!
Hi, I’m Serena. I am a poet and storyteller. I have been writing poetry for over 3 decades. When my youngest child was 3 years old, I wrote a rhyming children’s story called Growing Gordon inspired by the dynamics in my own family. The story was inspired, too, by a gap in the market for…
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To My Children Not Yet Born
To my children not yet born;Goodbye.I will think of you,I will dream of you,I will miss you,I will mourn you,I will carry your silkenmemoriesin the furrows of my faceas I cry for you.Goodbye.To my children not yet born;I am sorry.I cannot be your mother,I cannot rock you,I cannot kiss your bruises,I cannot read you stories,I…
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One and One
#NaPoWriMo Day Eleven Today’s challenge was to write a poem of origin. About where we are from and where we are now. I chose to write about parents caring for children who in turn care for their parents. There are parallels with my own experience too, of course. One and One It started with a…
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Example
My Daddy hitted a man, There was lots of blood and I sawed that when daddy hitted the man, the man went to sleep on the floor, And daddy had on that face, Like the one when he hitted my mum and she cried and cried and cried and kept asking him what she had done,…
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When We Were Wee
We are friends and friends we’ll be, A promise made when we were wee, When we’ve grown old disgracefully, We’ll dip our toes at eighty-three in the very water of the very sea where you first made the pact with me. You swore to be there by my side, I swore in me you could…
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My Mother’s Pearls
What goes up must come down, If I am lost I can be found, I must learn to swim or I will drown, Success proceeds a sweaty brow, No difference trumps a common ground, There’s no place like my own home town, My family are forever proud, There’s silver lining every cloud, Tomorrow’s hurt will be…
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Questions, Questions
Did you buy me any more crumpets? Did this laundry pile somehow get bigger? Can I have chocolate for breakfast? Can you please not kick your sister? What costume shall I put on? What shall I put on for lunch? Can you be my pretend robot patient? Can you please remember we do not punch? …
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Cold Toast
When some things are changed, They are changed for good, Cold toast is not bread, And ash is not wood. When I looked at you, Selfishness ended, All thoughts of me were promptly suspended. When you looked at me, With innocent eyes, I knew I was changed, Completely revised. There’s nothing at all, Not one…
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Pip Talk
Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out? Why dress up in another fruit’s skin? You’re an apple; of that there’s no doubt. Your uniqueness is to be embraced, Differences make this world grand, If all fruits had the very same taste, Life would be terribly bland.…
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Adventures of Princess Dragon-Slayer
I wield my sword as dragons snooze, While hitching the hoop of my gown, I hold steady on my stiletto shoes, And cut the blighters down, Behind comes a cheer from the crowd, The animals bray, bark and bleat, They hoist me high above town, And parade me all through the street, In my sedan…
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The Flyers
The green, The black, The white, The stripes, The thrill of the fight, The delight of the graft, Two halves, And a whole lot of heart, And the laughs, (And the cries), And the cheers, (And the sighs), The battle calls from the sides, The banks burst as passion flies through the field, We never…
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Musings of a Crummy Mummy
Has this top shrunk? Or am I getting fatter? (We both know the answer, but what does it matter?) My children have toys and food and clothes, So who cares if my jeans are all covered in holes? And yes my hair’s messy, What’s a brush? I forget… At least the stray birds will have…
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The Trade
What would I trade for all the joys of raising girls, of raising boys? For all the sleepless nights and such? For all the pain (there has been so much)? For all the hugs and laughs and fun? For the times I’ve all but given up? For the times I’ve dreamed the ‘what could be?’…