annunsiata-spencer-norfolk
Scottish
Daughter of an artist and a doctor. Educated privately. Divorced young, married even younger. Two babies. Tortured soul. Living as single Mum. Now dis-inherited by ashamed parents, but as happy as I could ever be nurturing my beautiful children. Teaching them to live and love. Life has true meaning.
You left me without saying goodbye
You left me in such a hurry...
Where did you go.
Why cant I see you.
I know your here.
I feel you close.
I smell your perfume.
I hear you laugh
Where are you.............
Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 5:45 AM UTC
I am calm today.
Tiny feet kicking me from the inside out.
With beauty and innocence.
What will you become my child.
A killer or a saviour.
A lover or a despiser.
Will you be ginger like me..
Or dark like him.
Will your eyes be green like mine
Or black like his.
will you love me or hate me like him.
I will teach you to love all things my child.
You are already blessed.
I am your Mother.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 6:07 AM UTC
the sacred night stretches out warming fingers
to caress your stone cold heart.
warming, loving, understanding, stealing
emotions from your soul.
loathing, fear, dread and hate
beacme your friends
The day I left you.
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 3:08 AM UTC
Standing alone. Spiralling tentacles
reaching out into the ether.
Searching, waiting, wishing, trying to
fall into the void.
Thought vibrations soaring high
beyond the throes of calm.
Being alone, engulfing blankets of
doubt and shame......suffocate.
Days alone feeling, touching, blindly
stumbling towards the light.
Praying alone that darkness and infinate
endless space will become my salvation.
Take me to the soil in the grand masters crypt
to judge and give the day a rose.
A rose of goodbye petals.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 2:16 AM UTC