Showing posts with label #childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #childhood. Show all posts

Friday, 5 April 2019

Who is she today

Who is she today?
Her hidden part displayed, brings sadness to the child beside
Crying at a table, not understanding 
Where has the real one gone 
Eyes gazing to the distance, at a scene of what?
Who knows what she sees 
Or hears from the spirits which seek 
to remove her From the reality of life, of family, of love

baffling childhood
Never ordinary 
Who is she today?
Which one is she?  The kind one, the laughing one?  
The one filled with terror? Passing her fear and anger to the closest 
We are locked in her world, we cannot see it but our love binds us to it
No escape 
But periodic busybodies 

A child who just  wants to be normal¡
But the shame of silence hides the truth
puts a chasm of difference, a shield not to pierce 
Friends yes but a lifetime closed book
The child will never reveal herself, just hide in a group 

Where is mother?
Who is she today 

Relief this morning.  A normal today  


@redalphababe 

Tuesday, 11 December 2018

Fawn Socks


Fawn socks, Rimmer checks 
Girls are getting it in the neck
Roll up our skirts get legs a-tanning 
Forget the pervy neighbour scanning 
Dreaming of romancing, sunshine and dancing 

In the hall Assembled, a letter read
Complaints to be dealt with by the head 
A Sister’s anger fills the stage 
A leader, tall, cross on a chain, all  beige 
Trying to make us all the same, maroon and bland but kind and sage 

Singing  echoes around  the walls, 
scores of crescendos, summer stalls
Hockey matches 
Hitting balls, 
fearless, tackling, lots of goals.  Important wins to keep school pride 
To keep onside 
Not be denied 
To gain respect 
The team accept

Reaching the sixth, boys in the classes 
Less supervision, more blusher,  eyelashes
Fluttering
Pretending 
To be aloof 
Gossip the currency, fitting in, the desire
Parties and music fanning the fire 
of passion 
of love’s lost  agony 
Unique to the young 
who think the world’s over when it’s only begun 

Fawn socks are gone, blandness is history 
Now to become a mystery 
But Never to be Sisterly  

@redalphababe