The Old Red Dress

Dirty secrets hidden at the back Where thigh tingling hems skimmed brown flesh And sensual hands shifted silk over head A red dress crumpled on a bed Sensible knee length neighbours Await open doors to the usual places Jilted red dress remains in the dark Hoping for some reignited spark Escapes the inner confinements Clinging […]

My First Love

You’re my first love, helped me grow My teacher – the best mum I know.   You’re my critic; advisor. My top fan – older and wiser.   You’re my blanket; soft and warm. My shelter – away from the storm.   You’re my safe house; protection. My compass – for lost direction.   You’re my […]

(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 🙂

 

 

Don’t Light a Candle

Don’t light a candle for me when I’ve gone

Nor dwell on my death with a grief long drawn

Not Christmas or birthdays or anytime

Life is short, live it well as the years’ climb

 

Don’t visit my grave to remember me

In morbid cemeteries I won’t be

I’ll be hanging out in happy places

So mop up those tears from solemn faces

 

Don’t worry if your memories sometimes fade

My garden’s still blooming with seeds I laid

Look at what my time on earth still creates

There’s copied customs and family traits

 

I’m there in the way my boy’s kind and cares

and when a child I worked with can now share

or when my best girls laugh about our past

just remember in life I had a blast.

 

Don’t schedule in your time to think of me

No time for that, enjoy and be carefree

Was never one for a solemn meeting

Put your stamp on life – it is so fleeting

 

Don’t light a candle for me now I’ve gone

You’re wasting precious time – so move right on