Hi, I am a 50 something stay at home mother, grandmother and daughter of elderly (ish) parents. I do however, volunteer twice a week in a charity shop, mind grand children on occasion and of course do any other running around required by extended family. Prior to being a stay at home mum, I have worked at many different jobs, changed career a few times and gathered lots of stories along the way, which I hope you will enjoy as we begin our new relationship. I hope I will be able to entertain, engage and enlighten you, if only a small bit. Life is short, so lets have some fun. Looking forward to getting up and running (metaphorically speaking of course) as I have no intention of running anywhere! Perish the thought!! Thanks for stopping by, Carrie x
Thump. Click. squeeze, shoot Get ready for it, No thing matters Joy, escstacy, flying high Slump, bang, pain, no sense No thing matters Punch, slap, crack, bruised Floored with numbness, what next No thing matters Walking one step, then another Head down, faceless, useless No thing matters Itching, scratching, bleeding out Choking, broken, staring down No thing matters Do it, take again and again Worthless, scum, thing, friend? No thing matters Nothing else, here, now, Dying, death, take me out……
Words unspoken Stuck in my chest Heartbroken Sting in my eye Wet rolls down my cheeks Heartbroken much, unable to speak The time was today I knew it was coming Still not prepared Arguments going around in my head What about this or let’s try that I’m sorry she said, he’s just too bad I feel it crack and break in two My heart, It’s full of love for you But jack, my boy, you gave us joy As you leave us, to run and roam free We love and thank you for your loyalty Off you go To doggy heaven Heartbroken are we But you’ll never be forgotten
The bench it has a year round view As it stares out at the sea Taking in the memories Of all that it can see It never fails, in fine details Whether big or small Memories thought long since gone, now can be recalled A discreet yet public kind of voyeur Where people sit and rest a while, as if they had been lured And if you look upon the bench Is usually an older crowd Their mind still full of youth With a body that’s let them down But when I sit upon the bench Looking out to sea I remember all the times that you too sat here with me This bench is for your honour It has an engraved plaque But how I wish we were young again And I would have you back.
She is, greatness, powerful, majestic She is calm, soothing, raging She is roaring, still, crushing She is open, nourishing healing She is vast, she is essential She is mother Where life began She endured She failed She tried She loved She is strength Circumstance gives rise to context Resilience gives rise to survival She is all things Wonderful and despairing She is stuck, she is free She is you, she is me She is us She envelops us She is mother
Climbing through the cavity Pulling cable A clostrphobe in the making Still, it must be done Connections Power on New light on the horizon Sweat and toil Back is aching Kango, breaking mortar Splints break and fall Bounce off my face like kisses Tiny scratches Reminders of what it is all for Your faces appear in the wall I smile, determined to carry on Devoted father Never falter Duty bound, honoured What better purpose is there? Hands blistered Heart broken the cord is strong No minute wasted I plough on, for you My loves, My life My reason for living To see you smile, hear your laughter To save your hurt Absent father Connected always Til I take my last breath It was always for you