Ask my brother, he'd be happy to embarrass me by telling the humorous stories of me sitting for full summery afternoons under the breezy trees with my pencils, pens and favourite notebooks. On a blanket with chipys, pink lemonade, a lazy black & white cat, the country side and my robust imagination to spark some very deep short stories and poems for the ages of 7-14. I was soooooo deeeeeep, out of my league really lol. Truthfully I thoroughly enjoyed writing, imagining, drawing and creating (i still do) with thought process' far beyond my age much to the surprise of my guardians.
Recently, I was reignited and inspired by an anonymous poem that fell upon my gaze with the Title "what is right" and this led to a personal creation of my own (seebelow). In "anonymous" 's honour I've combined just a couple of her thoughts married with mine and this is what presented itself, enjoy! an original works like no other ;)
Happy Monday dear readers xo
Hope this inspires you to create something of your own that drives you.
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My Legacy or What is Right by: VesperPeeps / A.L., inspired by anonymous
I can hear the children laughing
In the other room
My one girl and my one boy
They are happy voices
True, pure
I struggle not to think about,
What will become of their vivid innocence as time passes
Society adamantly contaminating their rich purity
With its views spewing from those fearful tainted adults
Who trapped themselves as tiny children inside large gloomy bodies
Scared and frightened, stilted, never blossoming
Years later not certain still of the “truths” they’ve been fed
Oh this mess they’re making, polluted realities
Left foolishly behind for our little ones to clean up
Are you the one? Have you stolen someones childhood?
Paving a thoughtless, negligent trail for several to trip over
We're you the one that was mercilessly drudged through madness
Helpless to wave your white flag,
Tightly bound in the millions of cross wires through the double agent
Your colours blackened, spirit whitewashed, you rose again didn't you ♥
Intelligent soul
Far fetched from those darkened bottom feeders that tried to maime you
Your legacy is now, your face is blushed with reason, you're bright
Heaping with the overflow of insistence for change
Gainful rosebud gardens, floaty images of delightful breathy peace
they are extinct, they watch in vain
Longing to gain your purity your resilience
That jar is capped no breathing holes, disintegration
Worldly festive fires ensue, wings emerge 8 feet long,
Chests open wide mimicking the precious sea
Tinted glasses gazing
Voluminous wonder presented in your exact likeness
You've stepped in, the other side is now, new and light
Dig your hands to reach the soil of your brazen adventures
Take in the scent of the ever wise, calm balanced bark, touch
Receive tenderness by silken leaves, tilt your neck. . . feel. . .the misty bloomed air
Grasp the trunk and wide healthy branches you've grown
Wonder, walk, be still
Derived from nature, steered off course
Observe how technical this mothering can be
If, I let it
Cleaning, straightening, laundry, cooking,
“Everything must be just so”…
What is right? What is right?
I choose to maintain integrity,
Featuring love, honour, family pride, protection, faith and connection
In its deepest form
Creation of moments with bubbles, giggles, picnics, fresh air, fresh thoughts
Our focus on life appreciation, togetherness, teamwork
This education not available in classrooms
or most families
We were raised to follow a conglomerate of sedated regulations
Set in motion by those fearful adults
It has not served us
Teaching, guiding, counseling, observing
I strive for perfection, I give my all
I put forth the best of what we have
All for their little hearts and minds,
Ahead of my own
In every moment
My focus is clear, my path is free of the fearful debris, I make the hard decisions, I choose outside the box, outside the mold, I will not follow, I will not cave, the pressure to assimilate is crushing at times,
But I close my eyes and breathe…
Here they are
These babies, my sweet babies
Their big warm sparkling blue eyes, they have my eyes, they have my spirit
Soft, short, chubby hands
Elbows and knees, long and lanky
My one indisputable boy and my one authentic girl
Genuine, limitless sweet hugs and kisses
Joyfully sloppy and meaningful
An extraordinary life not marred by a blueprint other than mine own
Union, bond, tie, link, join, connection, relationship
These are the vehicles to fulfillment
Our time and presence equaling the value far truer than what is preached
These are life lessons that will be passed forward
The legacy is broken! A new birth of celebrations traditions and the definition of family
We are one, we are full and we are empowered
In the midst of it all
If I must struggle to remember something
Let it be “what is right”
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