A Matter of Choice

For this week's Flashback Friday I'm sharing a poem I wrote many years ago (not sure when, maybe around 2001 when I lived on my own for the first time) for my Mum and Dad. Since joining us here in Cyprus they have both helped Aaron and I out a huge amount in many ways, more than we could ever thank them for and especially recently when I was struggling with the pregnancy and now with both the boys. I don't know what I would have done without them over the last couple of months, especially with Aaron working 7 days a week.   How can I thank you and show that I care,  for all that you've done and the times you've been there. I could never repay you, the debt is too deep,  You gave me everything, precious memories to keep.  Dad taught me honesty, how to learn from mistakes,  Mum, you try to protect me from those I might make. I never realised how lucky I am to have such support,  You spoilt me rotten, gave me all that I sought. ...

 I’ve come a long way since the day you broke my heart, Yet it seems to me that we’ve never been apart. You’ve helped me through bad times and shared in the good,  Which is why I love you a little more than I should. You stopped yet caused an ocean of tears, So many memories in just a few years. You helped me grow and become who I am, Made me laugh many times like only you can. Yet you caused me a great deal of pain, We moved on, then you did it again. I welcomed you back like only I would, Which is why I love you a little more than I should. I wrote several random poems as a child, mainly for school but as I grew up I could only write them if I was depressed (and usually being over-dramatic) This one I wrote in my flat, probably in my pyjamas whilst drinking vodka and eating toast, I can't remember the year but it was probably around 2001.  If you read the story of Aaron and I, (the condensed version - I don't think cyberspace would be big enough to cont...

I love you so much it hurts me inside,  it breaks my heart and dents my pride. I cry some tears you don't see, You don't know how much you're hurting me. Should I say and let you know or should I let these feelings grow, inside my heart so secretly  and hope one day you'll fall for me . This poem popped into my head the other day as I was thinking of posts for my Love link up, now, this is going to sound strange but I have no idea where it came from. I remember from my teenage years but I don't know if someone told me it or even if I wrote it! There were a few things going round at school, and this could have been one of them although I'm a bit surprised I could remember it all straight off the top of my head, and it does sound like something my over dramatic teenage self my have come up with! If anyone has heard it before please let me know! Somewhere there's someone who dreams of your smile, and thinks that without you life i...

After several weeks of reading posts for the Writing Workshop I thought I'd give it a go. I chose the prompt Storm.  It's a bit of a cheat as I did write this some time ago..... Bang goes the gate,  There goes the crate, flying down the lane. Crash, Smash, Oh No! Now it's the window pane. Lying in bed listening to the horrible wind, the horrible whistling wooshing wind,  The wind that damages everything.  Clang goes the dustbin lid against the trees,  it's not just a normal little breeze. The trees fall down like a domino rally,  and the whistling wind down the alley. The howling wind goes on all night,  and then, Oh no! Out goes the light. The banging and clanging soon will stop,  and everyone will have a busy job. The moaning, groaning horrible wind, that rips of tiles and everything. The howling wind goes on all night, it's enough to give everyone a fright. Crash, smash, a tree lands on my house,  I...

Today would have been my brother Scott's 34th birthday, I never met him as he was born on 18th June 1976 too early and only lived for 3 hours. As a young child I moaned at my mother for the fact I was an only child and was the only one of my friends not to have a brother or sister, I can't imagine that must have been easy for her to hear. I was still young when she told me about Scott and some years later she had his birth certificate framed and displayed alongside our family photos so he is still a part of our family. I told my Mum that everything happens for a reason (very philosophical of me at a young age!) and that had he survived I wouldn't be here. There would only be 16 months between us and as she didn't fall pregnant easily with me I think that she would have left a longer gap before really  trying for number 2 (especially having one myself now!) I don't doubt that given the choice she would have had more than one child but the second child would have ...