None of Your Business

When you’ve had enough of people asking about your family planning.

 

Warning: There may be emotional triggers, related to fertility and loss

Well Meaning Questions

You don’t have a baby!

How can that be?

Surely you want one,

you’re a woman, you see.

 

You can give birth

and therefore you should.

You’ll feel incomplete,

without motherhood.

 

What’s that you say?

There’s reasons you can’t?

I was only asking –

there’s no need to rant!

 

Response

 You seem perplexed

at my reluctance to chat,

about personal issues,

fertility and that.

 

Because I’m a woman,

my fate is decided.

I must be a mother

If not, I’m misguided.

 

You people don’t think,

of the reasons behind

the absence of children;

but bear this in mind:

 

Some woman don’t want

a child in the nest.

They’re happy without one

and their decision is best.

Others have tried

again and again.

But a baby ain’t coming –

they’re feeling the strain.

Some have babies

who never were born.

Their heartache is deep

and they’re trying to mourn.

 

It’s not only the childless

constantly bombarded

with well-meaning comments;

no wonder we’re guarded:

 

“He’ll be spoilt and lonely,

If he’s not a big brother.

It’s not fair on him,

If you don’t have another.”

 

“You’ve got 3 the same gender,

that’s such a shame!

You’ll be hoping the next one

isn’t the same.”

 

“4 children you have!

They’re a handful  I see.

It’s clearly obvious

you never watched much tv!

 

So forgive us all

if we’re not always forthcoming.

There are many prejudices

we’re still overcoming.

This is a poem I wrote  a few months ago, but thought it was worth a re-post on Mother’s Day. I’m thinking of a special friend who has yet again been for a scan and found there was no heartbeat or growth from her baby. She is desperate to be a mother but it’s been a long and difficult struggle so far.

So many people are missing their mothers, or miss being a mother to someone and today we should give a thought to those people as well as the happy mums out there.

World Book Day

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Confusing Messages

Advice for the Young Child

Shhh.

Not now, just wait.

I’m trying to work

and I can’t think straight.

 

Careful!

Don’t drop that cup.

You’ll spill all the milk –

I’ll have to clean up

 

Stop!

Don’t run ahead.

You’re too fast for me,

walk slower instead.

 

Gentle!

You play too rough.

It’ll all end in tears

and I’ve had enough.

 

Attention!

You’re dreaming again!

You won’t pass that test;

what will you do then?

Advice for the Adolescent

Speak!

Please use your voice.

Give your opinion

or you won’t get a choice.

 

Relax!

Stop stressing out.

Must live a little;

stop living in doubt.

 

Run!

Pick up your speed!

You must try harder

or you won’t take the lead.

 

Fight!

Don’t be their prey.

If you don’t fight back

you’ll just fade away.

 

Imagine

where you could go.

If you never dream

then you’ll never know.

(Un)helpful Advice

via Daily Prompt: Criticize

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I have friends with children who often come across overly-critical relatives/friends/random folk in shops,  who believe their advice is best.  I’m sure they often mean well, but many friends have felt like failures because they feel they aren’t doing the parenting thing right.  Here is a poem to reflect this scenario:

 

No bottles love, the breast is best!

When baby sleeps, you must have rest.

He’s only small, don’t let him cry.

You must ensure that nappy’s dry.

No wipes on him, his skin in new.

You can’t do that, I thought you knew.

Not walking yet, I’d check that out.

Oh naughty boy, he must not shout!

You need to clean, house is a mess

You must calm down, he’ll sense your stress

He bit again, need that to stop.

Look there he goes, another strop!

When back to work, you must be bored?

You’ve fancy stuff you can’t afford.

Her down the road, she’s never home.

Her mother’s got those kids alone.

You’re such hard work, what’s wrong with you?

I’m not allowed to say what’s true!

Not critical, just good advice!

You’ve hurt me now, you’re never nice!

 

I’m fortunate that I have an amazing mother who doesn’t get offended if I take or leave her advice. I often leave it 🙂

 

 

Bully

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You think it’s fine to punch

and slap and kick

and spit?

You feel like such a big man.

Hard as nails –

I get it.

 

He didn’t want to fight.

Scared and frozen

to the spot.

You went back to get some more;

big tough guy –

he’s distraught.

 

I taught him gentle hands.

Be kind and nice –

don’t hit.

But things are gonna change now –

had enough

of your shit.

 

He’s started sparring training.

Self-defence will be his saviour.

He’ll fight

against you bullies –

so think twice about

behaviour.

 

If you dare touch him again,

don’t think I’ll let it go.

Be afraid

when you’re alone.

I’ll ensure your

debts are paid.

The Hopeful Fairy

It’s day three of Blogging University Inspiration course and for this I was to respond to a word prompt and write anything I wanted.  There were six word prompts to choose from.  I gave myself more of a challenge and picked two of the prompts ‘hope’ and ‘home.’ A third, ‘choice’ was used as the theme.

As you’ll see, it’s a poem for children. Apologies for writing a Christmas poem in November, but that’s where my imagination went 🙂

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Credits: notonthehighstreet.com

 

Stuck in a storeroom.

Stuck in a box.

Stuck with these baubles –

and nobody talks.

 

She wants to be shiny.

She wants to be seen.

She wants a fine dress –

but this one is green.

 

At last it’s December!

At last on a shelf!

At last she’ll make friends –

but stuck by herself!

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A new home for fairy.

A home with a tree!

Will she sit on top?

Oh, where will she be?

 

Her hopes are shattered.

A shiny angel is placed

in the home that she wanted –

it’s the bottom she’s based 😦

 

She blames the green dress

as she cries on the tree.

“It just isn’t fair –

it should have been me!”

 

One night her owner’s

beside on the floor.

“She’ll be here for the angel;

I’m green – she’ll ignore.”

 

But the girl takes fairy!

Places her on her knee:

“I love you the most

you remind me of me.”

 

It’s then fairy knew

what this can all mean

“We love different things –

and this girl loves green!”

 

I remember the hours of fun I had playing with the fairies on my Christmas Tree as a child. The fancy one was never played with because it was up so high.  I loved the little ‘not so stunning’ ones better anyway.