They say in Africa, that you need a whole village to raise a child but I believe you need a whole village as well to stay sane and healthy as an adult. The Mother figures in our lives are part of that “village” and today I want to honour them.
This entry was first posted in February 2015
This week is dedicated to “family” on “Love Is In Da Blog” and as with “Lovers, Spouses and Significant Others” it might be a difficult one. For me it certainly is but on the other hand, I feel there is some conclusion happening as well.
If you grew up in the ’70s and 80’s you might remember Pat Benatar and her song “Love Is A Battlefield”. I loved it when I was 13 even though I did not really understand the meaning of it. 32 years later I know a lot more about love and the battlefields in it and my prompt on “Love Is In Da Blog” is exactly about that.
The prompt today on “Love Is In Da Blog” encouraged us to write a short story but I just stay with the poems :-).
And another challenging one: On “Love Is In Da Blog” I challenged the participants to celebrate gender as well as having a look into the lives of transgender people.
And now for a poem about gender or trans:
This post takes part in “Love Is In Da Blog“
On “Love Is In Da Blog” I have challenged the participants to expand their experience in imagining they were of the opposite sexual orientation.
Still not much better with writing love poetry…
While writing poems for “A Prompt A Day For Bee” I have realised that I am not very good at writing love poems. I find that very odd as I am in the best relationship I ever had.
My husband is one of the precious ones who can express his caring, as well as his daring side. He makes me happy. I trust him. And I never thought I would ever say that about anyone. Not even about myself.
You do carry scars on your soul when you had a hard time as a child. You learn to live with them. But ever so often they do hinder you in what could be.
However, I am in the best place I could ever be: The right place at the right time with the right people in my life. That is so precious.
So, why is it difficult for me to express these feelings in a poem? In dedication to my husband?
Maybe it’s a perception I carry, that love poems are, no matter what, a little kitsch. And that I have to be ashamed of them. But my spirit animals told me today to let go of shame.
Well, I better listen and go for it :-)!