THE CORNER 4 WOMEN

Saturday 9 March 2024

THE STORY OF YOU by Donna Ashworth

"THE STORY OF YOU" by Donna Ashworth

She made a blue book,

with her learnings inside,

but nobody read it,

till after she died.

The wrath of her ego,

forbade her to share,

though the words she had penned,

were droplets of care.

Then one day, whilst searching,

for family clues,

her granddaughter stumbled

across the blue book.

She lost herself reading,

the dusty old tome,

and with every page turned,

felt herself coming home.

She rushed to her laptop,

and shared with the world,

these beautiful stories,

the book had unfurled.

Tales of heartbreak, endurance,

of loss and of gain,

a life full of lessons,

all free now, from shame.

The world was entranced,

by the chapters they read,

the doubt and the worry,

had been all in her head.

Her writing, a lifeboat,

to those lost at sea,

her musings, like torches,

the light made them see.

So write down your words,

in a book, red or blue,

there are many who need to read,

all you’ve been through.

And as the years pass,

and you’re gone from their view,

your pages will tell them,

the story of you.

Donna Ashworth

Art by Varya Kolesnikova

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EVERYDAY IS MOTHER'S DAY by Joanne Boyle

"EVERYDAY IS MOTHER'S DAY"
by Joanne Boyle

I wrote you out a card.

I filled it full of love.

I used my tears to seal It,

then I addressed it to the above.

I put it in a pillar box, and

I hope it finds its way,

but just in case it doesn't,

this is what I want to say.

I miss you in the moments,

through the sunlight and the rain.

I miss our conversations.

I long for them again.

I miss the simple things.

I miss you being there.

I don't really have a special place.

I miss seeing you anywhere.

I hope that you are watching,

with your family on your mind,

catching all our memories,

the ones you left behind.

Every day is Mother's Day

because you are in my heart.

And every day I meet you

in a time before we part.

******

Joanne Boyle

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art Steffi Krenzek

DATE NIGHT by Becky Hemsley

"DATE NIGHT"
by Becky Hemsley

I met the moon for coffee

It was Friday night I think

When she watched me hardly sleeping

And invited me for drinks

We found ourselves a table

In the middle of the night

And the constellations twinkled

Like a thousand fairy lights

She asked me how I’d been

As she poured coffee from a pot

For she said she’d watched me

Waking up at midnight quite a lot

I said my brain was far too full

My mind was always on

And when I woke it felt as if

I was the only one

The only one who lay awake

Whilst I sat on my bed

With thoughts that raced at lightning speed

Around my busy head

The only one who watched the clock

Tick one and two and three

Who laid awake and worried

Whilst the world was fast asleep

My thoughts were stuck in orbit

And I couldn’t pull them back

As they preferred to swim against

A sky so vast and black

The moon said simply nothing

But she opened up a book

And I saw it was a diary

So I took a closer look

And listed there were names of people

All around the world

And all the thoughts and worries

That the moon had overheard

Just then, my eyes were drawn towards

The name that was my own

And that was when the moon said

“See, you shouldn’t feel alone”

And then she pulled me close

Using the night sky as a blanket

And said “I know you sometimes feel

So lonely on this planet

But when you cannot sleep,

Get up and watch me from your room

And you’ll see so many others

Having coffee with the moon”

********

Becky Hemsley 2022

Artwork by Anky Moore

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HOLD ON TO THIS MIRROR by Joanne Boyle

"HOLD ON TO THIS MIRROR"
by Joanne Boyle

I stood in front of you today

and looked you in the eye,

I told you to listen

to these rules that do apply.

It's NOT your fault for wanting,

or expecting some support.

It's NOT your fault that others

don't give you a second thought.

You are NOT to blame,

for that text they didn't send.

You are NOT to blame

for what happens at their end.

That it IS ok, to expect more

from those who say they care.

That it IS ok to feel angry

because you are always there.

That rejection that you feel

Well that's OK too

as long as you remember,

it reflects THEM more than you.

When you Question Why,

I will tell you why?

They don't know what they do,

or care if you cry.

So hold on to this mirror

and when you look me in the eye,

stand up and be counted,

as your feelings DO APPLY.

******

Joanne Boyle

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Jigsaw Pieces by Becky Hemsley

"Jigsaw Pieces" by Becky Hemsley

There is no solution to grief.

It is not a problem to be solved or a task to be completed.

It is an unfinished jigsaw. A puzzle with a piece perpetually lost.

You can still tell what the picture is, but there are details missing.

Like the sky missing a cloud or the ocean missing a wave.

It is still the sky.

It is still the ocean.

But it is quietly incomplete.

This is still life.

But it is missing a piece. A piece you will always long for.

And there is no solution to your puzzle because that piece was shaped to

your jigsaw – to your life, to you – and you will never replace it.

It is irreplaceable because it was shaped uniquely by love.

So it is ok that you’ll never quite feel full again.

It’s ok to know that you’ll never feel the true satisfaction of completing

the puzzle.

This is still love.

It is still life.

It is just quietly incomplete.

*****

Becky Hemsley 2023

'Jigsaw Pieces' is from When I Am Gone

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Friday 8 March 2024

LIKE A GIRL by Becky Hemsley

"LIKE A GIRL"
by Becky Hemsley

She drives just like a girl you know

And throws just like one too

She fights just like a girl as well

She’s just no match for you

She also runs just like a girl

And that’s the way she plays

But when they say “just like a girl”

I think they mean to say

Worse

And somehow less

Somehow slower, somehow weaker

They think that if she’s ‘like a girl’

They’ll easily defeat her

But girls will go to battle

When they already are bleeding

And girls are great at throwing themselves

Upwards through glass ceilings

Girls are busy navigating progress,

Driving change

And girls are busy winning

Whilst you criticise their game

So tell her that she’s ‘like a girl’ -

She may just prove you right

She may out-play, out-last you,

Win the race and win the fight

‘Cause she’s a driving force

Fighting for her place in this world

And if you try to talk her down

She’ll rise up

Like a girl

*****

Becky Hemsley 2023

Stunning artwork by @turli_thu_art on Instagram

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Thursday 7 March 2024

THE FLAME by Becky Hemsley

"THE FLAME" "BEING A MOTHER WHO HAS LOST A CHILD" by Becky Hemsley

There’s an order that life is supposed to follow.

An order of breaths we are supposed to take,

as if we are passing a torch from one generation to the next.

And our torch is supposed to go out before our child’s flame is extinguished.

We are supposed to watch them take their first breath.

But not their last.

We are supposed to hear the thud-thud of their heart when it starts beating.

But never the silence when it stops.

That heart that we once carried inside of us. That breath that we gave them. That life that we kept safe, protected.

So when the order of life is disrupted,

when their torch goes out before yours,

it is as if you too have been robbed of your breath

and as if your heart has stopped beating as well.

There is nothing that can make it less painful.

You would happily blow out your flame if it meant theirs could burn.

But you can’t. Even though that’s how it should be.

So all you can do is carry them inside you -

like you did once before.

Except now they have to stay in your heart forever.

And though it hurts,

just know that they are safe there.

They are protected.

Because a mother’s love is unending.

Because it burns forever with every breath you take and

with every beat your heart makes.

Because a mother’s love

is a flame that can

never

be extinguished.

Becky Hemsley 2023

Beautiful artwork Akira Kusaka Illustration

This is called 'The Flame' and is available on my website as a free download for anyone that needs it (beckyhemsley.com) - especially in the lead up to Mother’s Day

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