Tag: Children
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Mr and Mrs Catface
Mary. Next time don’t ask for a Catface. Because that’s what made John smile. At you. So, I asked him, “Catface for you too? And John’s little Laura nods. She says, “A Kitty for me.” Meaning I sat him, you, and Laura together. That’s when it happened. You introduced yourselves. Next you’re both smiling at…
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Wouldn’t You?
Meanwhile the graduate girl to my right is smiling. Not at me. Nor at the cardboard coffee tray she’s found for her order. No, she like me, is watching a family order.
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You Said You’re Sorry
“Say you’re sorry,” Julie said. Ally, hands on hips, leaned closer: the better to shake her curls in her sister’s face. Julie blew the curls away with a raspberry. “Say it, say, it, say it,” she persisted. Ally stepped back. “Well. I’m. Sorry,” she said. “That’s not the way to apologise,” her Dad began. But…
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The First Cut Will Always Be Mine
The glass shatters, I scatter and send my children to safety, Grab broom and dust pan, sweep up the hail strewn floor.
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She was right
She’ll come back to you, the girl sitting opposite me said. And nearly stood up when she said it. For she was absolutely certain. You’re wrong I thought. This dark haired pixie faced child whisperer had promoted herself. To daughter predictor. Mine. You can’t possibly be that sure. You don’t know her it me or…
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cold
We close watch the young and the old Focus on each fluttering eyelid Suspending our fingers over their lips Calling to their warmth against our cold. Hugging our solitary arms enfolded Ignoring the ever encroaching deep While they embrace approaching sleep Knowing warmth shines beyond the ageing cold.
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as will you
You will weigh me and find me wanting As I did them. You will see say and try more than loving As I did them. Until the generation leapt calls you to see Your children’s children now set free Until you become the parent seeking Out the hidden children’s suffering. You will weigh them and…
