Cel Allarey

Cel Allarey May 2015

My daughter brought me daisies.
"Honey, these flowers are lovely!"
She grinned ear to ear.
"Mommy, Mommy, just like you!"

#mother #child

Cel Allarey May 2015

Unfortunate

Knocking on mental arithmetic,
not always at its best these days.
There is nothing that can be put right,
I should not feel like moving on.
I am convinced,
it gives me no satisfaction.
Unfortunate.
It is hard enough to believe,
did not know that.
Had to phone a friend,
*friend did not know either.

Output of an activity in our creative writing class, using block poetry.
From the book "Knocking on"
(C) 2015

Cel Allarey May 2015

Dear Me

I wish I could slowly drift away
from all the pain, all the mistakes you caused me.
I wish I can put into words
all the emotions and the feelings.
I wish you could see what a mess I have been,
and I hope, though I am struggling,
you would take time to listen.
You would take time to even care.

Who are you?
What have you done?
To your desires, why have I fallen so badly?
Looking back only makes me quiver,
when I was moody, childish, immature.
Imperfect, that is what you are.
A human, sometimes careless, but always
always fragile.

Dear Me, hear me out.
Look yourself in the mirror,
this is not what you want.
The battle lies not on the outside
but is waged within you.
Before evil triumphs, darling,
overcome it with good.

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