For my Mum…
I looked through the window,
I thought I saw you;
just a hint of a memory
that I wanted to view.
A past life once lived;
a deep memory pain.
I had to control myself
from calling your name.
Her walk was all wrong
and her hair, not the same,
but she had the same clothes
as I saw in my dream.
I followed behind her
and hoped to see
that it really was you
as you used to be.
I knew it was futile
and couldn’t be true;
you’ve been gone these six years,
it couldn’t be you.
© Mum 2012
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2012
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I see the child within you,
with your boyish short fair hair.
I hold my arms out to you
I want to show I care.
They may have left you
broken, bewildered and abused,
but I will never leave you
feeling neglected, sad and used.
You stand there like a ghost child,
one sock up and one half down.
too sad, too shy, too quiet,
Your face a pale, sad, frown.
Your little dress is crass and short,
your shoes are scuffed and worn,
your toys are few and far between,
your bear, one eyed and torn.
I see you quietly playing.
keep out the grown-ups way,
don’t let them know of what you think,
they cannot make you say.
Come child, sit here upon my knee,
Let me soothe away the pain;
cry out your little heart to me
they can’t hurt you again.
Hush child, no need to cry,
I will wipe away your tears.
just hold my hand and follow me,
I can soothe away your fears.
Hold strong, my love, rest in my arms;
be still and do not weep.
Listen to my lullaby
I’ll guard you whilst you sleep.
Be brave and bide your time Karen,
your future may be bright.
Hold the pain, the memories
take up your pen and write
© Child Within 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Do not ask me to
break a Vow to make a Vow
my word is my heart
Sometimes I feel that I am small,
and I don’t matter anymore,
I am so tired I could surely sleep,
for an eternity I would forever weep,
my heart feels heavy, and my mind so dull,
my body aches from a life lived full.
The fight is gone and the flame subdued,
passion’s waned as a life concludes;
once more be young, footloose and free?
I’ve had my day, and it’s not for me.
© Footloose 05.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Ladybird on a sunflower A rare spot of sun and blue sky this August brings a ladybird and a sunflower out at the same time. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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