Happy Birthday little one Annual day filled with fun Look at you now, no tiny bairn Waiting to grow a year again Celebrating as your life fleets by – Don’t you remember that day, oh why Will you keep growing as we all grow old Keeping the things that you’ll never be told. Like how you one dark, dark day became to be, My whole world and my only priority.
I bought two dresses in orange and white And pairs of shoes of purple and pink I bought a raincoat, shining red And a hat of blue and green I bought a purse of brown I bought a bag, black Then came the time Penny check Send it Back.
I type this post with a dog sitting on my feet in the comfort of my post-workday living room. I’m just missing a cup of tea and a slice of toast (a habit I have regretfully picked up from my mother, the queen of toast-eating). I decided a little while ago that I wanted to publish some kind of post every day, but finding something interesting enough to share about my standard work, home, feed dogs, cook, eat, wash up, watch TV and go to bed life proved rather tricky. The only update I really have to give at this stage is that I am totally bogged down by the gruelling process of a house purchase (wouldn’t recommend), but once that’s done I should (haha) have more time to write!
Anyway, after that meaningless ramble, the point I was getting at is that I’ve decided to write and publish on my site (as well as Twitter, Instragram and Facebook – please check those out too for extra content) a poem every day. The majority of these are syllabic, meaning that I am quite restricted, which is great because anyone who has read my poetry on this site will notice that I don’t know when to stop.
I’ve already almost forgotten on some days, and while I have the privilege of scheduled posts on here, there is no such thing for the rest of the accounts I try to keep up to date. Still, here we are, I have committed myself and for once I am determined to stick this one out and not fall behind on it. I’ve always loved writing and this is something I can look forward to doing each day, from my sofa, with my feet up, with my dog.
I hope you enjoy reading the daily poems, or spam, depending on your perspective.
Remember to surpass those expectations and eat the lemons life throws at you this week. You can do it.