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A mother says goodbye

My fingers wrap around your wrinkly hands

vision blurred, as my eyes well with tears

my lips touch velvet; your soft brown hair

and I do this ov’ and over again

in the short time that we have

rocking gave us comfort cradling you in my arms

with tears that touched your lips

that now would never speak

another chance I beseech, to gaze into your eyes

that are the colour of the sea; embrace your warmth

against my skin, but this will never be

a mother should not outlive her child

I begged take mine, in place of yours

I laid my hand across your heart

a heart that beat no more

why was life so fleeting, the time we had too brief

you were ripped away from me, I’m left behind to grieve

there are no answers

life we know at times so cruel

how do I go on living – living without you

try to remember me, you were called away too young

there is no rhyme or reason, for why this has been done

time they say the healer; one last hold, one kiss, I beg

so as I hold you to my breast, this torment that I bear

know that I so loved you and this last wish I share

wrapped in cotton white, take your pastel coloured wings

my angel child and fly

and with each breath I’ll think

of you, till my time comes, to die 

©JMTacken Sept 2013


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Ode to the children of Connecticut

The children

The little ones

Who won’t be cuddled Christmas Day

the innocent

the life yet lead

so cruelly taken away

The parents and the grief

the children that they lost

I can’t imagine

the pain within their hearts

at what this slaying cost

Hold tight your little ones

even though you can’t hold them

take a moment of your day

to think of the useless mayhem

So sparkling eyes of child now gone

R.I.P and we can only say

how sorry that this happened to you

shame, unbelief, upon this senseless day

Today whilst Christmas shopping. A little girl with Down Syndrome came up to Mr S and I in the aisle.

She tapped us both on the stomach and said “I’m going camping”.

We asked where.

“Near a river” was her reply with a grin that beamed across her face.

We melted.

She will see the river …but those lost in this massacre will never run their hands through the water….

 

 

Reposted from ramblingsfromamum


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Christmas – To be a child again

Written whilst listening to the gentle lull of a piano

Oh how I wish I was a child again

waking in the night full of hope and then

wishing for the gifts that I have put on my list

wanting to run and laugh and be kissed

 

My face would reveal my awe

my face would say thank you and so much more

the joy that is for Christmas Day

the innocence of a child, the smile that I portray

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The tip toe of a child in the morn

gazing upon the tree decorations that adorn

the twinkle that crosses upon their face

the excitement..the  anticipation of… I cannot wait

 

Christmas is for children to see the happiness it brings

the pleasure and the eagerness ..makes our grown hearts sing

for Christmas is a special time that adults hold in their heart

the love that hugs us from within that can’t be torn apart

 

Grasp the bauble from the tree my little one

do you see the colours as it spins?

scrunch the wrapping paper and watch me melt at your grin

this is the day for you my child… I wish to be young again

 

To have these happy memories though I have  some of my own

I take a backward glance… see me as a child and feel the way you do now

bring your laughter to the house on Christmas Day

so that I can relive this joy… so that I too may feel this way

 

Any child at Christmas, though they may not be your own

have a smile a simplicity that’s a wonder to behold

so share with any child if you can the day that holds this delight

clutch at the happiness that they share…embrace and hold them tight

 

I wish I was a child again

 

Reposted from ramblingsfromamum

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What would I say to myself if I were younger? – Reposted from ramblingsfromamum

What should I say to you if I turned back the clock and you were young…would you do anything differently?

What amount of wisdom could I impart on your young and naive soul..and you would believe me?

What words would I say to protect you and make sure you felt no pain…ever?

What knowledge could I impart that you could see the world from another ones eyes and not just your own…some?

 

Should I teach you not to be selfish?  To think not only of yourself but of others…Yes.

Should I teach you to be respectful to others and to put yourself in their shoes …Yes

Should I teach you to be considerate and endeavour to bring joy and your heart to those that care for you…Yes

Should I teach you to have an opinion of your own and stand true and strong to it…Yes

 

Would I tell you that appearance isn’t everything and love can be found behind the outer shell…Yes

Would I tell you that having money is not the be all and end all of having a successful life...Yes

Would I tell you the future is so far ahead that you shouldn’t spend all your time thinking of it now…Yes

Would I tell you that friends will come and go in your life and those that are the most important will remain…Yes

 

Could I tell you that being young and confident and being able to love yourself for who you are is a good thing…Yes

Could I tell you to believe you are beautiful inside and out and not to follow those that aren’t…Yes

Could I tell you that you will experience heart ache in your life but you shall survive…Yes

Could I tell you to care about your life style now for it may bring harm to you later on…Yes

 

Shall I comfort you by saying it is all right to get angry or jealous with others but not to hold onto those feelings..Yes

Shall I comfort you by saying you don’t have to prove anything to anybody only to yourself…Yes

Shall I comfort you by saying that life is such a precious gift and not to take anything for granted…Yes

Shall I comfort you by saying you can strive and make what you want of your life no matter what others say…Yes

 

If I tell you that you will have more than one love in this world would you believe me…Yes

If I tell you that broken hearts and stomachs that feel they have been cut will heal…Yes

If I tell you that changing yourself for some one else is wrong…Yes

If I tell you that there is a special someone whom you may not meet for many years to come will appear…Yes

 

Can I tell you that you that your life will have so many twists and turns it will make your head spin…Yes

Can I tell you that you will experience so many new and different moments than what you think you will…Yes

Can I tell you that life will throw a curve ball now and then and it will only make you stronger…Yes

Can I tell you that life really is too short and to make the most of what you have and do now…Yes

 

With love shall I whisper to respect others, the frail, the elderly, the disabled, the maimed…Yes I shall

With love shall I whisper not to forget who you are, what you stand for and your beliefs…Yes I shall

With love shall I whisper not to hold onto guilt for something that you may do in your youth…Yes I shall

With love shall I whisper you do have faults, for no one is perfect…Yes

But with so much love shall I whisper to myself that all of these things make up who I am and that who I am now will not be who I shall become…I am me…for better or for worse and either way the world is waiting to receive..I am waiting to receive it…..

Yes…Yes I shall


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Can we ever ‘be’ again? (Reposted from ramblingsfromamum)

When can we be children again and giggle and laugh at silly things?

When can we be children again and play hide and seek in the dark?

When can we be children again and play on the slide and the tyre swings?

When can we be children again and skip a huge rope in the park?

When can we be children again and hop in and out of a puddle?

When can we be children again to run and laugh when we play?

When can we be children again and just want a friend to cuddle?

When can we be children again and race all our friends in a relay?

So when can we do these things without being stared at or pointed to?

Whenever we want is my answer, there’s no need to analyse or think it through

To bring out that fun and enthusiasm like a child that is hidden in our heart

We can be the child if we choose once again and that’s the amazing part

If you hear good music that fills you with joy then do a little dance – doesn’t matter where you are.

Laugh out loud if you want to. Swing and slide down that slide without a care. Skip rope and jump in puddles. Giggle and play hide and seek. Do what brings you joy and not what you think you have to do, for there’s no fun in that.

And if people stare and point and think you’re a little crazy, well maybe it’s just because the child that is hidden in them can’t return.


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I feel nostalgic…

I feel nostalgic,

remembering those days

when everything was childish

because I was a child,

everything seemed so effortless

because I made it so.

I wonder why can’t it be so-

that everything becomes childish and

everything becomes effortless

once again, today.

I wonder why can’t it be so-

I can relive those years once again.


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Look in the Mirror

I look in the mirror and I don’t see me,

I see the child I used to be.

She has short dark hair and wide scared eyes

and to her everything’s a massive surprise.

And now she’s grown and wears her hair long

She has a young man and her heart’s full of song.

I look in the mirror and I don’t see me,

I see the woman I used to be.

There she is with a child in each hand

walking along barefoot on the sand.

Is that her there, with lines on her face

carved into her skin like old Queen Anne Lace?

Where did she go, that child, that young girl?

The mirror has clouded – the face in a swirl:

she looks a lot shorter and I can’t really see

as I look in the mirror, but I think she is me.

 


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The Little Girl

Just six, Veronica went movie-ing
to see the Batman film. She must have been
excited. But she met her death when sting
of gunfire ended all her everything.

I cannot think of words to write that bring
sense to this senseless act. A little child?
The plotting monster/killer, mindless, wild,
doomed others. Yes, he’s mad, if anything.


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Happy Fathers day ….

Pam loved  Pete they  had it made

two little boys both named Wade

traveled the country in a big R V

so many sights the family did see

never setting roots like many we know

they moved around more than an Indians toe

learning from the world and mom and dad

soaking up nature , even lily pads

living a life that can’t be surpassed

the two little wades , one day asked

do you regret the things you let  slide

to be with us on this life long ride

dad turned to them a tear in his eye

wade and wade your both my prize

I’d relive these days with out delay

two wade’s grinning said happy fathers day

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