It's How Life Is

I thought i would keep in with The Gallery's theme this week and dedicate my poem to Birth. I wrote this poem when i first had my son. OK so its not about the birth of him...but it was the birth of him that gave me the opportunity to write it. Does that make sense lol? A life Story If time could tell a story, i wonder how it would be. If each and everyone should tell theirs, then the whole wide world would see. If i told mine to you today this is how it would be. Not so long ago in a house i lived, with 3 sisters and a bro, A mommy and step daddy whom loved us so In this house lived a man. A nasty man was he He hurt me bad, that made me sad, but a secret it should be. He did things that made me sick, feel dirty all the time And no on came to help me, because i showed no sign. Then i grew up, a big girl now was i And i told the whole wide world about this nasty guy. Nothing good could come from it, i knew that from the start But at least the hurt and pain had stopped, or at least a...

The birth of my son is one that i don't often think about. It wasn't enjoyable or a nice time for me. Strange i hear you say, most people cant wait to meet the little person that has been growing inside them for 9 months. I was scared, alone and single!. Here is my son born 9/1/2003 at 19:49pm. He reminded me of a Capuchin. The monkey, how they would lie or sit with their hands on top of each other. The birth lasted 21 hours. I had no idea what was happening. It started early hours, back ache and a little stomach ache too. A bath eased it and i went back to sleep, woke and hour later with more pains, drifted back off, rinse and repeat. At 7 am i got up and rang my mom. After moving to a new town some 20 miles away from my family, the 'father' of my child having ran away to America to marry someone he met on the Internet to return 3 month later and abandon me in this town. Anyways i rang my mom who suggested i ring my midwife as it sounds as if I'm in labour. I cant ...

I have decided to take some advice off my wicked stepmother over at http://gigglingatitall.blogspot.com/ She suggested i take part in some of the blogs that others are doing. So here goes for my first one! Here's my 3 word gallery for sticky fingers : Do it yourself! Don't get me wrong its really nice to see such enthusiasm from my 8 year old, its nice to hear him say 'I'll wash up mom' But tbh having to redo 97% of it...i should have done it myself. Still Thanks you to my little boy although not so little anymore :)