FAMILY LIFE, Poetry, WELLBEING

I enjoyed that … ๐Ÿ–Œ (eeeek – did I turn the iron off??)

Your room is warm and smells of you,

Details linger long after you are gone.

I sometimes sit and stare at the view you had,

When you lived here, the house, it shone.

Ambition flowed through your veins,

Alongside a good dose of questioning self.

You focused and aimed, letting your arrow of hope

Fly towards your goal, and achieved it no less.

I had not realised how helpless being a parent can leave you,

When no longer do you need me each day.

But I smile as I iron your bedding.

Because you love that I respect it your way.

I rarely write poetry because it requires concentration,

And rambling is more easy to write.

Also it bugs me that my head makes them rhyme,

When there are no rules, wrong or right.

Should really crack on with my work now,

Been good pausing to see if I can..

.. type off a few lines while I prepare for your return.

Won’t see you this week – I’ll be in Milan!

(Ahh .. that’s better!

Half hour fiddling about getting daughter’s bedroom ready and I’ve morphed from teeny bit down to bubbly and excited again. Because I wrote ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿผ – and typed some thoughts to you simultaneously! I’ll press publish, but won’t hesitate to delete later if no-one likes. While blogging is not solely about likes, it is a lot about recognition for your work. Not just by readers, but by yourselves. Hence, if no-one likes this, I shall recognise that I need to write those moments in a private diary to be burned sometime and not to waste perfectly good iCloud space and reader’s precious minutes!!) ๐ŸŒธ

PS … having just read an amazing blog about writing first drafts, I feel all inspired and focused again. Thank you Phoebe Morgan๐Ÿฅ‚

13 thoughts on “I enjoyed that … ๐Ÿ–Œ (eeeek – did I turn the iron off??)”

  1. Thanks Viola for this inspiring post. I must confess right now in my life I’m happy when both my son and daughter (14 and 21 years old) leave the house… for an hour or two! But I know the house will feel empty when they both spread their wings. Will I suffer the empty nest syndrome? Or enjoy this new delicious freedom after many years of active parenting? I don’t know yet. I will probably miss the noise and the chaos they always used to create. A little. But I’m pretty sure I will appreciate no one wanting me to do anything… while I’m taking my bath! I am glad to hear that you feel closer to your daughter now although miles separate you geographically. Despite, what I just wrote I am also very close to my kids and I’m certain I will enjoy one day being a grandma. Speak to you soon.

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  2. Its really sad for parents when kids move out. My college was very near my home. So I didn’t need to move anywhere. But then I got two jobs in two different cities. And I almost took up one of them. But in the end moment I decided to ditch the jobs and give full time on my business.
    Which contributed to me staying at my own home. It made my parents quiet glad๐Ÿ˜Š I also contribute to the day to day expenses now even though my parents don’t want me to…..but why shouldn’t I, it’s my home too.โ˜บ๏ธ

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      1. Hi Viola! How have you been?
        Thank you for your kind words, being a single child, I just try to be a good daughter and personโ˜บ
        I’m really sorry for the late reply. I’ve been very much caught up these days and can’t blog much, please accept my apologies.โคโค

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  3. Ah, I see. Well, she will be back even after she is 18 I promise! So much time is spent researching colleges and universities (or jobs as in the case of mine who went straight into full time work at 18 after a 6-month PA course) .. people use words like ‘leave home’ … yet, I’ll share one discovery with you.
    My daughter texts me more since she ‘left’ than ever she did in years 9,10 and 11. I feel closer to her now although miles separate us geographically.
    Enjoy all the stages of her inevitable progression into young adulthood; they each bring something different…

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    1. Twice as long? Oh sweets … I donโ€™t know how to word asking you why?

      I could type…. is that because you Foster?

      Or I could type… is that because she has been ill but found incredible strength to keep going for longer than was expected?

      Both these replies could fit alongside what you said.

      I know you not and I donโ€™t know your personal family situation. But I do know this – Parenthood is the most outstanding and deeply joyful, if at times hair-raising and unpaid experience of human life.

      Your daughter is in a most beautiful age-range now. Old enough to be a young adult and curious and a little independent here and there…. yet she is young enough to yearn and ask for your hugs and warmth and protection.

      But whatever the reason you replied with those slightly sad words to my post, I send you all my warmest wishes for many more years of joy and happiness with her.

      Keep writing; she will learn her art through you both and be able to use that for as long as she chooses .. ๐ŸŒธ

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  4. I rather enjoyed that and certainly got me to thinking about what it would be like when mine move out one day .

    Mostly though it just made me think who the hell irons bedding? Is that something that people actually do? Really? Are you just winding me up ? Now I’m wondering whether I just live in some unkempt wrinkled unironed-bedding world of chaos and slovenliness

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    1. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
      Youโ€™ve described my home .. a slovenly messy disorganised cauldron of wrinkly clothing.
      The iron hasnโ€™t been turned on since April 2017!!!!
      My daughter has higher expectations than I .. and I, probably wrongly, occasionally will run the iron over a fold down the middle of her duvet cover. (But donโ€™t tell her that!) ๐ŸŒธ

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