Showing posts with label hurt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hurt. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Day 15 - Mother May I



15th Oct 2019



Day 15, of OctPoWriMo 2019

What a challenge this is. Nearly half way there. Will I make it ??? I don't know but I will try.
Prompt today - Mother May I ...



Exploring poetry in all its forms.


Mother May I

Mother may I sit with you 
like I used to do before
Listen to your warm soft voice
telling of days of yore

Drink some tea out of china cups
best that way you say
eat your brackbread spread with  butter
thick on top it lay

Mother may I tell you things that 
meant a lot to me
Things we never talked about and 
Now can never  be 

How hurt I was by all the times you 
criticized my life
how every time your hateful words cut 
through me like a knife

I know you thought yourself so kind
kindness was your thing
But for me and mine you always chose 
a meaner song to sing

And now you're gone and it's too late
to rectify the wrong
I wish I'd had the courage then,  to 
stand up tall and strong












Friday, October 4, 2019

Affair

A comment of mine that went in a magazine

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A few years ago, my parents divorced after my mum found out my Dad was having an affair with another woman. He left and moved in with her and they’ve recently had a baby. Mum has always had trouble coming to terms with what happened and resents him so much. They've since had a baby and she hasn't been coping well. My sister and I, who are both in our thirties, still see him. However, Mum has told us how she feels betrayed that we have a relationship with him. We know he shouldn’t have cheated as it's caused so much heartache but he's still our Dad. I feel really torn, as I've always been on Mum's side. Should we stop seeing him?


I can feel your pain and the dilemma you are in. It's not an easy situation .  And also, I really understand how your mum is still so hurt by the betrayal and feel for her too. I have no idea how I would feel if that happened to me ( I've been married for forty seven years) or to my own parents who were married for sixty three years before they died. How would us children have dealt with that? It's a big thing. Society today brushes it off so easily.
Your poor mum is suffering so much. It was an horrendous thing to have happened.  
But, you are right, he is still your dad and you and your sister should have a relationship with him, of that there is no doubt. It is absolutely  not a question of taking sides, you can be sure of that. And whilst you say you've always been on mum's side, which is understandable, it's time to let go of the idea that you stand with one or the other. You have two parents, a mother and a father, be loyal to them both. Love them both, equally if you can. You may find that you get a bit cross with dad because he caused so much heartache, but at the end of the day, he is your dad and we are all flawed in some way. 
Try to explain to mum that you don't love her any the less and by loving your dad you are putting her teaching of love into practice. Explain that you only have one father and one mother and whatever they are like you will love them. Maybe you could help your dear mum to decide not to allow your father to hurt her anymore. As it is, she was hurt by the betrayal and is still hurting by continuing to live it. Hold her close, but don't stop seeing your dad.
With a lot of love and affection for both of them you will bring happiness to yourself as well as to them . And if she is willing, keep your sister in the loop too. Build on the good.

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

The Best Gift

The Best Gift
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I asked for the gift of love,
And it was delivered
In a large box.
I opened it slowly, with care
And found
Many packages within,
Each one making up the whole
Gift.
They were a surprise.
There was joy -
To share with those who are sad;
There was kindness -
To give to all who hurt;
There was mercy -
To offer to the ones who hurt me;
There was patience -
For those who I find difficult;
And I kept opening the packages....
Opening ...
The many parts of love...