So, fall asleep love, loved by me… for I know love, I am loved by thee.” – Robert Browning

I just had to share this because I came across it yesterday and I think its just beautiful.
To me it conveys the words that are meant every night when I kiss the kids goodnight, or when I get a goodnight hug from one of them or even the goodnight salute when a hug is not easy.

Its just utterly perfect!

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Summer : prose for thought

I do and don’t love summer
The heat is not my cup of tea
I much prefer the autumn
Cardigans with fingers tucked up in the sleeves

But summer brought me babies
Two girls and a boy
So every single summer
Three birthdays for us to enjoy

I love the summer holidays
Six weeks with eachother
Going out or staying in
Time to spend with one another

I love to eat an ice cream
On a blanket in the park
Or throw bedtime out the window
And have the kids up long after dark

Sleeping far to late
Getting up whenever we want
Time for nice long breakfasts
With orange juice and fresh croissants

I love an evening walk
With the dog down the lane
Enjoying the evening sun
Never even minding if it rains

Sleeping reading ice cream
Playing in the water or the sand
Although I prefer autumn
Summer can be grand

Prose for Thought
The Reading Residence

Prose for thought : falling

I’ve blogged this poem of mine before, but I quite like it so I’m linking it up for Prose for thought.

Falling
Too fast
Not knowing where
You will end up

Sometimes finding a ledge
To rest on
But not for long
Getting blown off the edge again

Falling
You try to pull the stop cord
But there isn’t one
No parachute

You fall
And fall
And trust that the wind
may pick you back up

Prose for Thought

A beautiful tragedy

Insomnia has me again.
As I snuggled down with Ollie
Tonight I could feel
Sleep taking over ,
I put my book down
Ready , ready for sleep to wrap me up
And replenish my tired soul

But the time ticked by
It never stops does it
Ticking away
Sleep had lost the fight
With insomnia
I’ve resigned myself to it
Tonight my tired soul will have no rest

But there is something beautiful
Imagine with me – if you will
A quiet house
Earlier filled with children
Making too much noise
The dog barking
Too much.
The cat meaowing
It’s beautiful.
When insomnia has crept in
And taken over your night
It’s beautiful.
Stop stressing ,
stop watching the clock
Waiting for sleep
And listen

Listen
I can hear ollie (9) snoring in my ear , I hear him sucking his thumb and I see him fiddling with blanky in his restless sleep.
Right now he’s not tic’ing or autistic
He’s asleep
Innocent natural. He’s just Ollie.
His sleep noises soothe my soul.
I hear maxi the dog and Zoë (12) snoring too.
That’s 3 snorers out of sync
Yet somehow just right.
There will be sleep talking too.
From Ollie and Zoë
If I go down a flight of stairs I hear 14 and 15 year olds snoring
Innocent natural
We argued today
But they are insanely peacefully wonderful
Now asleep
hearing their sleeping sounds
Fills my bruised tired heart
With love.

Everyone is home.
Everyone is noisy but if you
Just listen to the sounds at night
You hear contentment , safeness ,
Your hear love , in Their
Restful sleep you hear love

Insomnia is a tragedy
it robs me of replenishing sleep
My soul aches for sleep

But it allows me Time
Where I feel
I’m the only person awake
Where the world is quiet
Where I hear the beautiful
Sounds of my children sleeping.
I can feel alone but not lonely ,
I hear the house resting.

It is a beautiful tragedy.

I hope nobody minds (who reads blogs at this time of night anyway) I have migrated a couple of poems from my old blog to here , this blog is supposed to be positive and the poems aren’t really, however I am extremely proud of my poems which is a positive thing, thank you in advance , G xx

Purple hoody

Purple hoodie on my boy
You’re not a statement
Or a toy
You’re a comfort
When the world is too much
You protect him from
Bad feelings
Sound and touch
Purple hoodie they want
To replace you
With a jumper and a wooly hat
Every day ,
It’s too hot
It makes no sense
Why won’t they let you stay
Purple hoodie
You can’t stay forever
Of course I know
when he feels ready
I’m sure he will let you go
But it’s not right yet
You and he
together you just fit
Taking you away
Is breaking his spirit
Purple hoodie
You’re not a statement
Or a toy
Why won’t they let you
Comfort my boy

Falling

From my old blog….

Falling
Too fast
Not knowing where
You will end up

Sometimes finding a ledge
To rest on
But not for long
Getting blown of the edge again

Falling
You try to pull the stop cord
But there isn’t one
No parachute

You fall
And fall
And trust that the wind
may pick you back up

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