One Of The Best Days

23 September is my Firstborn’s Birthday

She is a chapter in my heart’s book that will never be finished

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Patina Of My Heart

Reading the piece “Grief” by the beautiful human and talented poet  SouldierGirl, opened an old seam in the fabric of me…

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Does my grief equal? Can I speak at all to offer comfort?

Three of my babies were never born

“You’ll have more”

“Better now than when they’re older”

“I would have married you”

Well-intentioned words, with the accuracy of blow darts

My lost angels

I have screamed at the notion that time heals

In the truest sense, it does and it has

I rewove the fibres of my being with those threads missing

Altered by an absence

Fashioning Taj Mahal pockets in my heart

Stitch by careful stitch, day by month by year

I go on

Mended

~ kei
28 August 2015

Lost Angels ~ MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

Prompt #110 “Meraki”7 June 2015

From MLMM’s description:

“This week I want you to share a poem, drawing, story, photo, sculpture, etc that you’ve put your soul into creating. Something that touches on the deepest most vulnerable parts of yourself. Something raw and exposing. It need not be something new or something created specifically for this challenge. It might be your most accomplished piece of work or it might be a piece that you have never shared before. Maybe it makes no sense to anyone other than you or maybe it has gotten a lot of positive publicity. Maybe you sit down right now, in this moment and pour your guts out. Show us what you’re made of!”

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Lost Angels

Although I never had the chance to gaze upon your tiny face
I’ve often felt your too short existence blessed my life with grace
I never knew the sweet joy of your tiny fingers wrapped round mine
Never counted each of your tiny toes, or kissed your hair so downy fine
But I often imagine that somewhere better, you can look down and see
And that you know, my sweet lost angel, you are still precious to me

~ kei
20 June 2012

Lost Angels FeatherI have three lost angels but am gifted with two brilliant humans ❤

Happy Mother’s Day!

Wishing all the Mum’s out there a day that is perfect for you ❤

This is the title that I value most. Mamasan, Mumsy Dearest, Mumma ❤

From The Diary Of A Lady ~ Two

~ Excerpt 5 May xxxx

This is the private journal of Lady Karin Elizabeth Tupper Bole-ington the Third by Proxy.

At last Dear Diary, I have recovered from the festivities. One finds it hard to believe that not so long ago, soirées lasting into the small hours were the norm at least each fortnight. My daughter, the most beautiful and talented Lady Caitlyn Elizabeth Bole-ington Ghadbanishness of Doom comported herself with customary aplomb, much to the delight of her companion mummers and those in attendance. The Amazing Mummers of M’Alice Cooperson regaled the house with new material in the form of old songs sung by the first troubadour of Cooper, “Alice” himself. It was plain to see that even those long past their lessons, were happy to agree in tuneful form that indeed, the institution of learning is out for summer. I myself Diary, cannot condone the hooliganism of blowing the school to pieces however, I hope this was just the enthusiasm of the moment. The visual extravaganza came off without a hitch and the tavern keep must be well-pleased with this take from the evening. Frivolity and the imbibing of spirits abounded!

I must have been a fright when our carriage dropped me off at my door right at the Witching Hour – how very appropriate! I was bursting with pride at my offspring’s success and mightily pleased that the full body armour extra lycra corsetery of Spanx held through the evening and through my preening like a proud mother peahen.

It is somewhat vexing that the two strong acolytes that should have come with my purchase of particularly lovely high-heeled slippers, did not arrive with said purchase. I shall know to inspect the parcel before wearing them to another venue of no seating, much dancing – though fortunately none of the new-fangled “body surfing”! Henceforth, I will wear my suitable and sensible shoes from the wonderful cobbler Dr. Marten.

It could be said Dear Diary, that performances go smoothly in all aspects and there is a minimum of tomfoolery. In truth, I attend these events to ensure Lady Caitlyn’s virtue. There are many randy lordlings and no lack of lords that I would find rather stale-dated who vie for her affections. I know she finds my presence reassuring and I think I’m most subtle in my approach though I admit, my dexterity with a hockey stick and the posterior of some… less erudite suitors is not always appreciated.  Fortunately, these are infrequent occurrences. Sigh… some people’s offspring. It does provide for much merriment in the “Book Of Faces” that is shared among boroughs and districts far and wide.

The evening’s entertainments included party favours and apparel. I was particularly pleased that Lady Caitlyn’s image is emblazoned upon the chemise heralding the name of the mummers’ troupe along with her stalwart mAlice Cooper compatriots.

©Karin Bole Tupper

Alice Cooper Tribute mALICE & Monsters
They’re on Facebook 🙂

Pleased too, that my “Bridesmaid’s Bound” remains as quick as ever. I was able to obtain, with minimal damage to myself or any masonry, a strange, though cheerfully bright eye patch. I’m sure it will be useful should the next event be a costume ball. How very festive I shall look!

©Karin Bole Tupper

What all the pirates wear!
What? It IS and eye patch right?

And now Dear Diary, I think I have relayed all the evening’s cheer, tomfoolery and good companionship. I must now close and apply a little more salve to the chafe marks left by the corset of Spanx and mayhap place an order with the Apothecary for more Spackle and headache powders…

~ kei (the erstwhile Lady Karin, etc. etc. and I swear I won’t do this to your poor eyes again!)
5 May 2015

From The Diary Of A Lady

~ Excerpt 2 May xxxx

This is the private journal of Lady Karin Elizabeth Tupper Bole-ington the Third by Proxy.

A lovely soirée is planned for this evening. My daughter, the most beautiful and talented Lady Caitlyn Elizabeth Bole-ington Ghadbanishness of Doom will be performing at a lovely venue with her musical retinue, The Amazing Mummers of M’Alice Cooperson.

I am most singularly perturbed and wishing greatly for a fainting couch, unfortunately stolen for the purpose of repaying debts, by the cad Sir – though he doesn’t merit his father’s title – Limpnoodleston Swindless of Perfidoria, my erstwhile beau and failed spaghetti merchant. It’s been a fortnight times thirty-six weeks since my last foray to the Opera District and I am in something of a dither!

A pox upon great-grand-aunty-cousin-twice-removed-theodosia-karmelina-snickelfritz-bottomsupendish for passing down this purple hair!!
It is so-o-o-o vexing having to match the shade of violet damson plum without my maidservants about to help me.
God knows how I’ll lace myself into the cantilever underpinnings of Spanx for this evening’s festivities…

In truth, the assigned duties of parent and the requisite societal requirement to be not only presentable but… fun… are enough to give me the vapours! I do look forward, dearest diary to having delightful tales and tidbits to share of the evening when I return to you tomorrow.

~ kei (the erstwhile Lady Karin, etc. etc.)
2 May 2015

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Eli’s Ever After ~ Haibun Thinking

HAIBUN THINKING – OCTOBER 14TH 2014

From Al’s description: “Welcome to Haibun Thinking. A weekly challenge to get your creative juices running. The challenge is to create something from one of the prompts below using the form of the Haibun. A piece of work ending in a Haiku style poem of three lines.”

Al provides both a photograph and a literary quote as the prompt each week.

The literary quote this week: “Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do.
It is much easier to skip it
and go from one childhood to another.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Eli’s Ever After

I was convinced that if I could pretend I wasn’t looking, I would catch a closer look at the wee pixie that followed my parent’s car. For years, she accompanied me, leaping and running at light speed along the highway verge, from fencepost to fencepost. Tiny, brown; always smiling and happy. She was a fixture of family trips.

Often, I would find myself seeing through her eyes, feeling the wind and the blur of the earth under my feet. It was exhilarating!

Some days, I still see her running beside me. She’s slowed the smallest bit in the intervening years. That makes me smile; I was worried I’d lose sight of her when I had to start using this walker!

Young exuberance
Doesn’t truly disappear
It lives in your heart

~ kei
14 October 2014

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Description of the Haibun poetry form from Rays Web: The haibun is prose (or a prose poem) interleaved with one or more haiku.