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I found him at the water’s edge…
Turtles, water bugs, skipping stones…
Tiny fish nibbling, curious…
Finger tips covered in wet sand…

Following the laughter skipping…
I found him at the water’s edge…
Dancing ripples of river seep…
Into his shoes and soak his socks…

The perfect round stone in his hand…
flies… Plunk! Plunk! Plunk! Spunk! Try again…
I found him at the water’s edge…
Where mallards scold and turn a tail…

Then he turns, his bright smile for me…
Like the sun reflecting it’s joy…
Every facet soaking me through…
I found him… at the waters edge…

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Day 4 of National Poetry Month 2017 – a Quatern

Words and image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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You think you know me…

So you feel you have the right to impose on me…

You say you love me…

so you worry…

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You think you have to help me…

What that really means is you want to fix me…

You don’t want to hurt me…

You are so sorry…

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You think you understand me…

I’ve shared stories and opened up vulnerable parts of me…

But you see mistakes, you don’t really see me…

I think your love is lazy…

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You think what you do is good for me…

That everything will be alright because you care about me…

But is all this really about me…?

Your answers are hazy…

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I think I finally know you…

But I would never try to change… or rearrange you…

I care for you, I even love you…

Still you make me crazy…

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If you really truly love me…

Stop trying to change me, fix me or save me…

Instead, see me, hear me, love me…

Anything else…

Will push me…

away…

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an extra poem during National Poetry Writing Month

because when life tries to knock you down…

a poem lets you land on your

emotional feet…

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Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

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CicelyRobinLaing©2014

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Please… really… Let me be snowed in….
The “Holidays” really take it out of me….
I love them and yet….
they can be such a “black hole” when it comes to time….
Maybe it’s just me… but every year,
I try to get all my holiday “to do”s done way ahead of time…
and still, here it is almost January….
and I still have unfinished “Holiday” business….
A Holiday Hang-Over of the “Rats! I didn’t get that done!” type…..
Still, Santa came on time….
I got almost all the gifts wrapped….
And about half of the lights are hung and working….
But I am sleep deprived and living off chocolate and cheese…..
The floor is covered with bits of wrapping paper….
And the cats have stolen ornaments from the tree….
Still, there is happiness….
I enjoyed the magic….
I get to spend time with my partner and kids….
We even survived multiple family get togethers….
And enjoyed a few days of sleeping in….
Ignore the chores….
I have come to accept that I just can’t do everything….
Less posts on my blog in exchanged for baking cookies with my kids….
Laundry stacking up so I can go shopping with my daughter….
That Holiday letter I started in October, that may not go out till April….
If ever………………………………….
I may feel a little regret…. or a lot………..
for not completing my latest art “master piece”…..
but playing board games with my son is just so much more rewarding….
Maybe I should be cleaning out the back hallway closet…
But really…. who cares when there are Christmas cookies left to eat….
So, let me be snowed in….
Whether it be real snow…. or just me ignoring the world outside….
Put on a Holiday movie and pour me a bit of cocoa….
The Holidays are a gift of time….
To be shared with family….
And really….
Everything else can wait….

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And for the 31st? Forget the nog or bubbly… I got a bottle of Scotch…. Thanks Santa!

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Happy New Year!

 

 

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I lay my head down, nestled into my favorite comfy chair…
The holiday decorations are scattered all around the room…
Plans to hang them up, suspended in my moment of contemplation…
Sparkles of the past, glittering reminders of friends and family…
An ornament made of macaroni and painted gold that I gave to my mother…
A star made of paper mache’ shedding it’s silver glitter, made in Sunday school…
A pinecone with frosted tips, hung by a shred of yarn, made for my Dad…
Paper snow flakes and cinnamon scented snowmen…
Tiny red velvet pillows with “Marry Christmas!” scribbled on them…
Broken wooden candy canes, tinsel angels and stars of tin…
Fragile glass balls with names written in gold, half worn off…
Gingerbread men too tired to run off…
Laminated photos of kittens and childhood faces glued to cut out hands…
I don’t have a tree this year to hang all these memories on…
The box lies open…
The treasure spread across the floor…
Memories ready to hook onto a new holiday… only…
Where to hang them…
New traditions come… New ornaments arrive…
But old memories demand my attention…
If only for a little while…
Eventually I will hang them…
Around the room like a garland…
Herolds of the past…
Adding flavor to the present…
For now… they wait… and I watch…
As they twinkle at me from across the room…
Then I close my eyes…
And travel back to a time of glitter and macaroni…

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Every year the box gets bigger… I can never throw anything away…

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Photo and improvised poetry by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014 

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CicelyRobinLaing©2014

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This week has been full of leaps…………

The biggest being that I decided to pull my son out of his regular class and home school him….
So, I am now my own “school district” coordinating special ed services and creating a new “un-schooling” curriculum for a brilliant boy who hates anything that involves sitting for long periods in “school”…

Today we are at the U of MN doing testing at the Pediatric Neuropsychology Clinic…. (Imagine a long pause here…..) I was just called out of the waiting room to come help my son. He was being evaluated and had a breakdown. The down side of that, is they won’t be able to do all the tests they want. The upside, they see exactly the  emotional behavior and difficulties my son struggles with almost everyday. 

End result… They are going to get recommendations for therapies starting Monday, instead of in 4-6 weeks. Finally… (with a tear and a sigh of relief…) we will be getting some HELP!

No matter what happens… it’s still a leap… and…

I’m silent screaming all the way down…………………

 

but it’s a happy scream….

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It is so hard as a parent to sit and discuss your young child’s mental illness… (We so want to call it anything but an illness… we say difficulties, issues, problem… “no, my child’s not sick.”) …. Really, any illness is devastating… but the weird stigma attached to mental illness adds a flavor to that lump in your throat like no other… Even sharing it here… not knowing who of you out there reading this might feel about this… my sharing something so very private… is a kind of vulnerability I am not completely comfortable with…. and yet…
I think it might do some good.
Maybe for me…
maybe for others…
or it may make no difference at all….

I don’t know… (LEAP!)

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I suppose this counts toward my “Family Friday” Post…. I may not have time later to do another… still screaming…

Day 19 of my September project…

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September’s different themes for each day of the week:
“Macro Monday”
“Tale Spin Tuesday”
“Whatever Wednesday”
“Thoughtful Thursday”
“Family Friday”
“Caturday Saturday”
& “Seriously Silly Sunday”

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Image and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

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