I sit here…

Katy is purring on my lap

She is a lovely cat

It’s 6.23 am

It’s much more faded than before

I’m not ready for this door

I miss seeing Chrissy every day or so

She’d pop in my home in Shrewsbury. Her and Mike weren’t that nice to me really … but that was a reflection of their relationship with each other …. I just wanted some company family time and love. they didn’t even realise how hurtful things were they said…

They didn’t want to do much with me … she would come round like a robot and say is there anything I can do you for you today and mop the floor. I just wanted her to say hey mum I love you you are a pain but I love you …

She was always troubled from birth. She wouldn’t feed and the nurses wanted to put a tube down her throat. She was prone to trantrums and at school was often involved in girly brawls with bullying type girls. At primary school I would get a call to say your daughter has a high temperature she needs to go home. My parents lived near the school so I would get my dad to go and pick her up. I’d ring him and ask how she was and he would say fine chatting away eating biscuits and drinking tea! What a girl! She could talk for England! I love her to bits! She has acted oddly and her behaviour has been strange … I miss her … I hope I see her again… when I was in Shrewsbury I had panick attachs due to sight loss – I needed someone around , it’s scarey but they weren’t interested her and her husband as wrapped up in their life and I was a pain in the bum, if I had different outlook it would have been different – I wish we were there now… there were underlying things going on with them which in didn’t realise only subconsciously whilst I went blind. I thought to go back to Southend with my brother but he drives me bonkers ! Help

I must escape ….

Chrissy great girl very clever

Was buttons in school play Cinderella and knew everyone’s lines

The last real nice day I had with her was when we went to the quarry and I bought her a wall hanging chakra design. We walked round and she was her old self… looking at the stalls of the holistic event and having a drink by the river … I hope I see her again and the boys … we have been through so much, I love them my children even though they have not been there for me in my hour Of need ….

God bless and Amen

Namaste

Author: Rosy

I became interested in poetry about a year ago and try to write about things from my heart that are associated with events in my life or events going on in the World at large or closer to home. I am a visual artist and still am to a certain extent having exhibited some of my work as a visually impaired artist using sponges to paint. I have lost most of my eyesight in recent years to advanced glaucoma and my vision is now very limited I am finding my creativity now evolving in writing poetry and hope to publish my own book of verse in the future. I have a blog page on Wordpress where I share my poetry, art, photography, thoughts and favourite quotes and prayers at https://rosypoems.com

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