To be eating what you want when you want. God help me because I cannot cook! My dad actually has a section of his Facebook account dedicated to my food disasters. To late nights and being able to drink a glass of Bailey’s without your mum asking why are you drinking that? Or to go out the door without your mum questioning your outfit choices ‘Hellie I really don’t think that zebra print and cowboy boots go together’.
The last few months I have been spent A LOT of time with my parents. But we made it through, it was a pain at time family will always be there. Family loves you even when you are a pain (which I am)! So here’s to growing pains! May I grow old disgracefully and wear zebra print to my heart's content.
Now here’s a poem by me! Go hug someone you love... yes your cat counts!
Forgotten
I watched the blossoms float on the tree
outside my front door.
Like gorgeous space ships.
This is where I live.
In the present.
I had forgotten how beautiful it was.
The mystery,
The drama,
How basic our needs are when we look
past the superficial.
I had forgotten how strong I am.
I watch the wind rustle the long grass
that sits by the sea.
I had forgotten that we don’t need to be seen to be free.
Forget-me-nots are brave are they not?
For they grow every year
in to the unknown
And now it is your turn.
To remember what you had forgotten.
And grow.
Helena x
2 comments:
Speaking as a parent, the best gift I felt I was able to give my daughters was the confidence to step out into the world on their own and grow into their separate lives. Touch wood, it seems to be working. It's a natural transition and I'm sure you'll do the same with some panache (my word of the week) and zebra prints now it's your turn. I liked the freshness and positivity of your poem. Good blog Helena :-)
Lovely blog and a super emotional poem. Lovely to hear you unique voice Helena. xxx
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