Mom, can we talk?

I've had another workshop with the writers at  WCC (Writers Collective of Canada) online. I'm discovering what needs to come out and written simply. It's been ages since I sat at my desk and let the words flow. It's a great feeling and do I need this. I didn't know how much. Here is another prompt-inspired writing.

Thanks for stopping by,

Mom, can we talk?

 

I’ve been missing mom

I wonder why she couldn’t be my angel

She was very young when she had me, I understand

Can you know love and give love when you need it so much

A child needs love that’s for sure, I needed to be loved too

I must have had love from her but she seemed to want me to be perfect

Something no one can be

Then she left Dad and that surprised and hurt me so hard

I don’t even know where to turn for answers

Mom, can we talk?

Maybe, just maybe you can become my angel, and I, yours

I love you

The damage in me is hidden well

Though she has an idea of what hurts and yearns in my heart as in hers

Can’t blame her for all that’s gone wrong in my life

So it might be time to clear the air

Mom, can we talk?

I love you.

 

Peggy Elms

April 26, 2024

My little friend

Hello, here I am after a long break from blogging and writing. I have missed doing one of the things I most enjoy doing for myself. I want to share my writing, don't get me wrong. I only hope you will enjoy reading what I am inspired to write.

I have found this interesting place to write among fellow writers. It's called/WCC (Writers Collective of Canada. The writers are all very encouraging, respectful, and authentic when writing, listening to what each other has written and read to the group. 

Below is a little story I wrote with a prompt from our facilitator.

Thank you so much for stopping by.

MY LITTLE FRIEND

 Deidra, you with the beautiful red hair

Amazing little freckled cheeks

Kindness in your daily gestures

Always helping the underdog

 

You had it not only in your tiny bones

It was in your big heart that burst with love

So, that I wondered how your fragile chest could contain it

 

Your bright white smile and giant blue eyes

Met us at any time of  day

Knocking at the neighbor's door

To share fresh raspberries from your mama’s garden

Walking Mister Seagal’s dog with him

Whenever your health would let you

 

Oh sweet little friend

I was twelve and you were four

When your sick kidneys finally failed you

 

I can still feel your warm little hands around my neck

And hear that  precious raspy voice

You were a friend to many and I can count  you mine

There isn’t a day I don’t think about you and

The ways you asked of everyone how you  could help

Happy girl, sunny girl,

Keep close, oh please keep close.

Peggy Elms, 

April 19.24