I don't really write in this blog much which is obvious. I have others I write in more frequently but it's always in phases! I'm so busy keeping my journal on an app now that my blogging has suffered but at least I am actually doing what I love, properly and orderly for the first time in my life (writing)! All because I've had a big clear out of all the hoarding in the house and my head - just write it and let it go!
Some of the poems I've written in this blog are total and utter crap - but at the time, to me, they were not. They were written quite some time ago and some when I was even loopy. I only just realised that I haven't put any new poetry on here for ages and ages and ages but I have been writing it!
I'm a sentimental old fool. I've spend the last year clearing my house of lots of things I had just held on to. Vinyl and books excluded of course! Oh, and my journals... keeping a journal is actually more rewarding than anyone that doesn't keep one could ever know. I have records of how I actually felt when I fell pregnant with both of my daughters and letting them scribble in my note pads as they grew makes going over my old stuff so heart warming! If you want to impress me, show love me soppy stuff!!
Anyway, my big daughter came to me and got a little big for her boots. It inspired this poem. As with most things I write they turn into something else so I also wrote a song called 'She Thinks She's a Know It All' which is actually how this poem started.
Some of the poems I've written in this blog are total and utter crap - but at the time, to me, they were not. They were written quite some time ago and some when I was even loopy. I only just realised that I haven't put any new poetry on here for ages and ages and ages but I have been writing it!
I'm a sentimental old fool. I've spend the last year clearing my house of lots of things I had just held on to. Vinyl and books excluded of course! Oh, and my journals... keeping a journal is actually more rewarding than anyone that doesn't keep one could ever know. I have records of how I actually felt when I fell pregnant with both of my daughters and letting them scribble in my note pads as they grew makes going over my old stuff so heart warming! If you want to impress me, show love me soppy stuff!!
Anyway, my big daughter came to me and got a little big for her boots. It inspired this poem. As with most things I write they turn into something else so I also wrote a song called 'She Thinks She's a Know It All' which is actually how this poem started.
I don't row with my girls, I reason and explain. I don't lose it, I walk away. I've been criticised for it but when you're raised by a dictator you either become one or something very different! It doesn't have a name yet I haven't got that far! I haven't even edited it. This is actually a personal test for me!! Like buying a bright outfit 😂😂
p.s. I don't have a son!
p.s. I don't have a son!
18
August 2017
03:41
I taught my girl
good, I was firm, I was fair
But I ain't taking
no shit when she comes with them airs
Yes she studied real
hard didn't get pregnant like me
But she's is the
reason
I don't have two degrees
I'm not bitter
I made her, it was
no longer time for me
I would raise her
with feeling
With integrity
So when she starts
to get ahead of herself
I will not hesitate
To remind her of
where she came from
And why she is so
great
I gave all of
myself, I took nothing for me
Put into my children
what I always wanted for me
So when she starts
on trying to psychoanalyse me
I remind I'm her
mother
And that I still
know she's silly
How can she not be
And not know it
really
When I am so silly
too (it's true)
And I look at my
mother
And finally realise
I can see where it
all came through
And then I remember
my
Dear, dear, sweet
grandma
Oh,
She was silly
Just like us too!
Our children are
supposed to be better
Than we ever thought
that we could be
But if you want to
help them be better
You must show them
all there is to see
I can't teach her to
have all she wants
But give her no means to
get it
Forget the brand
names she needs books
Or she'll go broke
trying to get it!
I can't teach my son
to be a man
If I give him a dad
that's a prick
Forget the blind
passion, he needs a good chance
To make sure he
doesn't end up a dick
We're only as
limited as what we want to know
How hard we will
work, oh and what we will show
To the world when
we're beat
When there's nowhere
to go
What they do then is
what they need to know
You can judge me for
being so straight with my kids
But this life ain't
no happy fairy tale
How will they learn to get back up
If you never teach
them to fail?
I'm real there ain't
realer
I won't hide things
from you
Unless of course
you're judging me
And I'll leave you
to think what you do
I ain't interested
in your opinions
I know what I hated
as a child
And I wasn't about
to repeat her mistakes
And not listen
Before she ran wild
So think what you
like
I don't need to
correct you
What you think
doesn't mean a thing
Our children aren't
possessions
Let them choose
their own things
If we don't give
them any responsibility
Well, how will they
ever learn?
You can be chilled
and still know that an education
Isn't just about
what you can earn!