Monsters
She asks to sleep with me Because she is scared of the dark And the monsters she imagines I hold her close Breathe in the smell of her hair And silently promise she’ll never know That I see monsters too And that I’m more scared than she is
Tag: Poetry
Poem of the Day
We were given a beautiful book of poetry for Christmas. A nature poem for each day of the year. And so began our tradition of “Poem of the Day”. We usually read it before bed, but sometimes I’ll read it to her when she’s on the loo (!), or we’ll revisit a poem when it […]
3am
The nightmares come when I’m happy Fear and stress bring blackout bliss Hope and optimism, technicolour terror This is the trade off I must make The path I must endure The fire I must walk through to be free
Fear
The only thing to fear, is fear itself… Said someone who’d never felt a sneeze building whilst breastfeeding
Sure of Myself
The last time we spoke, you told me you were going to kill me. That I’d meet the “real” you. I asked you to stop. Told you I was scared. You told me I should be. That you were going to murder me, and that I should be scared. I hid. Took protective measures. Sought […]
No
No became a word I couldn’t use with you When you asked me to change my perfume as you didn’t like the smell Seemed reasonable When facilitating your life became my responsibility I didn’t refuse When you convinced me my friends weren’t my friends I reluctantly acquiesced When you mocked my choices, and made me […]
Haiku
We’re camping with friends this weekend, so don’t expect many updates. In the meantime, please enjoy this haiku I’ve penned which sums up our experience so far. Camping in garden Children refusing to sleep Where’s the bastard gin?! Two out of the three are finally sleeping, and I’m pretty sure the dogs are too. Of […]
Radiant Goddesses
I’m so glad for you Her firm and feral friends You bring her what I cannot Mischief and dry pasta
Tampon
“What’s that mummy?” “A tampon” “Can I stick a tampon up my bottom too?” A teachable moment Plenty of opportunities for discussion and questions Endless questions Questions I promised myself I’d answer patiently Moments I swore I would embrace Today I settle for “No my darling, you can’t.”
The things she tells me
Sometimes I eat with my fork, mummy. I will do my wees on the toilet when I’m bigger. Look, I can wipe my hands on my own trousers. I love you very many, mummy. These are the things she tells me. I tell her, I love you very many too.
Unconditional Unschooling 