Don’t Measure Me

via Daily Prompt: Measure   Don’t measure my age like circles in the tree. Life stutters and flies, neat circles aren’t me.   Don’t judge my career by how high I climb. I’ve been sucked up and lost as work stole my time.   Don’t measure success by the size of my pad. Square footage […]

My First Love

You’re my first love, first fall out. My anchor – never any doubt.   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 conscience; living […]

(Un)helpful Advice

via Daily Prompt: Criticize


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 🙂




 It’s slowed. The excitement gone from BOOMBOOMBOOM to          boom                        boom                             boom.   It’s automatic. deep and meaningful no more. Now robots say “How was your day?”   It’s trying less. Waxing, preening, matching. It’s too much work – advances I shirk.   It’s irritating; not laid back lounging. Just plain lazy and […]

Talk. Listen. Debate.

Below is my interpretation of what it’s like to have disagreements from baby to adulthood. It’s obviously not a representation of the whole population, but it does seem to be more prevalent in today’s current political climate.  Many people are feeling overwhelmed by it all at the moment, and are unable to recognize and understand the other persons point of view. I am guilty of this too.






It will be better when

they can ask each other why.




Bad boy!

It’s this!

Not true!

It’ll be better when

they listen to others points of view







It’ll be better when

they learn to debate





Shut it!

Ban it!

It’ll be better when

they calmly transmit.







It will be better when

they can ask each other why.


Trump. Scottish Independence. Brexit. That’s what I’m being bombarded with at the moment and I’m becoming more aware of the Propaganda surrounding all.  The fake news is everywhere and many are taking it as proof of their own argument, not realising it may be untrue or irrelevant. Name calling doesn’t work (and I’m guilty of this). The only thing that works is listening to others points of view. Being analytical, trying to understand. Realising the propaganda machine is working on overdrive and hesitating/researching before clicking share, retweet and whatever else young folk use that I don’t have a clue about. We could try to engage in the debate and give them an understanding of our opinions whilst also listening to their side of the argument.  If not that, then what?  I’m out of ideas.

Here are two links to places that I believe (but who really knows anymore) are unbiased. If you know of any news sources you find trustworthy, then I would love you to let me know below:

We Fear You

You think we’re not right

for thinking left,

doing what’s right,

giving what’s left;

we can’t be right.


You look down

when we help up.

You talk down,

but we speak up

to stop bringing them down.


You tell us to cool off

when putting pressure on

You write us off

but it’s game on.

Your humanity’s switched off.


We look for a way in.

You want them out.

You stop letting them in.

We try to work it out.

They are done in.


You fear the unknown.

We fear the familiar.

We fear you.


I’ve reflected on this poem and have realised it appears to end on a defeatist note.  I was trying to highlight that the thing to be afraid of is the fear itself. I hope that however much we fear the fear others have and their reactions to it,  we can overcome this and stand for what is right.


For related poems see below:

Introduction to Poetry: Day 2 – Alliteration

What we Teach our Children

Just Try

and a post I enjoyed from a fellow blogger’s page: Under a Common Sky: Post Election Thoughts


What we Teach our Children



Please son, always be

compassionate, kind and true.

Loving, thoughtful too.

Whilst caustic, hostile bigots

are celebrated in view.


Tonight I attended my sons parents night. He’s doing great academically but needs to work on handwriting and he’s a dreamer.   What I was most proud of is that he’s a nice little guy. He has a sense of humour and is full of empathy for others. Always the first to offer help if someone is struggling in class.  If he wasn’t doing well academically but tried and was a kind considerate child then I’d still be as proud.

I didn’t want to go into politics, but it’s been playing on my mind. In my home life and work life as a childminder, I prioritise empathy and consideration for others. Intimidation, threatening behaviour, bullying and intolerance are dealt with and the affect on others explained. Kindness, compassion and helping others are encouraged. This is just decent behaviour though, isn’t it? The way most people are brought up?  To be nice and caring and truthful.

I’ve been watching the American election coverage out of my sons view recently. So many clips of Trump using hateful language had me worried that he’d view this as acceptable behaviour.

Now that Trump is moving in to the White House I suppose I better get used to seeing him on my screen. My boy knew who he was and had seen him; but today watched a few clips and we’ve discussed what our views are of him. We’ve told him that some adults don’t use very nice words or actions to talk about others.  That even though he has a powerful job now, it’s still not acceptable to act in this way towards others.

It’s great to live in a democracy and half of America are happy with the result at the moment. Trump is now (probably) the most powerful man in the world.  He’s managed to get the top job without showing any of the qualities I encourage my son and other children to possess.  I hope children don’t begin to think that this language and hate filled behaviour is the mark of a successful person.

I live in Scotland. Trump loves Scotland and his mother was from the Scottish Highlands. Most of Scotland doesn’t love Trump though.