THE CORNER 4 WOMEN

Tuesday, 26 September 2023

UNSTOPABLE

"UNSTOPABLE"
(author Becky Hemsley)

Today you are stubborn,

My patience is thin

Today you’ll persist

Until I will give in

Today you are wilful

You’re strong and you’re bold

Today you’ll refuse to do

Things you are told

Today you will follow

Wherever I go

Today you will scream

When my answer is no

Today you are fierce

And today you are wild

Today you’ll remind me

That you are a child

Today every minute

Will seem to last hours

But over the years

I will realise your power

I’ll realise your stubbornness

Means you’re determined

And I’ll admire how you have

Learnt to stand firm and

How you know when

To sit down or step up

So full of conviction,

Self-worth and self-trust

So today you’ll be stubborn

Today you’ll be fierce

Today you’ll have spirit

That must persevere

Today you’re determined

Today you’ll be loud

But tomorrow you’ll lead

From the front of the crowd

And where once you were wild

I want you to stay

I don’t want you quietened,

Silenced or tamed

‘Cause yesterday’s bold

Will soon one day I’m sure

Be a force that our world

Has not known of before

And today you will talk

Of the impossible

But tomorrow I know -

You’ll be unstoppable

******

For all the whirlwinds and the wilds out there - stay wild

Becky Hemsley 2022

Artwork created with Dall-E

'Unstoppable' is from my second book:

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REAL by Becky Hemsley

"REAL"
(author Becky Hemsley"

I’ve cried when I’m happy

And cried when I’m sad

I’ve smiled through the good times

And smiled through the bad

I’ve screamed in excitement

I’ve screamed out in pain

I’ve gasped at the sunshine

And gasped at the rain

I’ve laughed when I’m nervous

And when I’m elated

I’ve sighed with contentment

And when I’m deflated

I’ve sung when I’m lonely

And sung in a crowd

I’ve shouted when angry

And when I’ve been proud

‘Cause whether we’re up

Or we’re riding a low

Our feelings are desperate

For somewhere to go

We can’t keep them trapped

And locked up in a cage -

They force their way out

‘Cause they need to escape

And sometimes we’re told

That emotions are weakness

That feeling is flawed

If we let it defeat us

But how can this be?

Surely this must be wrong

For what could be weak

About something so strong

That it cannot be silenced

Cannot be tamed

Can’t be kept down

And cannot be contained

So when you next shout

Or you laugh or you cry

You scream or you smile

Or let out a sigh

Whatever the reason

Just let yourself feel

We’re not here to be quiet -

We’re here to be real

******

Becky Hemsley 2023

Artwork created with Dall.E

'Real' is from my new collection Letters from Life: https://a.co/d/0R2bBGl

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I DON'T HAVE

"I DON'T HAVE"

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I am “too much” for some people.

I talk too much.

I say too much.

I hug too much.

I share too much.

I laugh too much.

I cry too much.

I explain too much.

I don’t have “enough of this” for some people.

I don’t have enough status.

I don’t have enough wealth.

I don’t have enough knowledge.

I don’t have enough fashion.

I don’t have enough education.

I don’t have enough experience.

I don’t have enough time.

I am not “the right amount” for some people.

I am not the right amount of cool.

I am not the right amount of popular.

I am not the right amount of fun.

I am not the right amount of serious.

I am not the right amount of interesting.

I am not the right amount of emotion.

I am not the right amount of energy.

You will always be too much, not enough or never the right amount for some people.

Those are not your people. And those are not people you want to be your people.

Be you. Then find your people.

And never let anyone make you feel anything less than what you truly are…

Original.

One of a kind.

Unique.

Special.

Awesome.

Important.

Your life matters.

Your hardships matter.

Your mental state matters.

Your well-being matters.

You matter.

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Words by: New Adventures in Motherhood

Art Illustration: Melsy's Illustrations

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Monday, 25 September 2023

EMBERS AND KEYS

"EMBERS AND KEYS"
(author Becky Hemsley)

When I am older

I might not remember

I might get confused

And I might lose my temper

And there may be times

When I don’t know your name

Because it’s been trapped,

Locked away in my brain

And though it will hurt

To think I could forget you

Offer me smiles,

Hold my hand if I’ll let you

And talk of adventures

We had long ago

Show me the photos

Of people I know

Play music we’ve danced to

And songs we have sung

Read me the books I read

When I was young

‘Cause your voice and your words

Might just be the key

That opens the door -

That unlocks it for me

And maybe the music

Will spark tiny embers

Of memories dormant

And I will remember

Your name and your face

And the words to our song

The times and the places

To which I’ve belonged

And it might last moments

Or minutes or more

As the fire sheds light

Through the crack in the door

But when the door closes

And gone are the flames

When you are once more

A stranger again

Just know you’ll have stirred something

Deep down inside

Something familiar

That I recognise

Something that’s real

That’s not stored in my head

But right at the core

Of my heart space instead

Something that’s stirred

By your smiles and your stories

The touch of your hand

And the songs you sing for me

And though I’ll have no words to tell you

Just trust

That deep down inside

I’ll remember

I’m loved

*******

Becky Hemsley 2022

Image created with Dall-E

Today is World Alzheimer's Day. A disease that is consistently one of the leading causes of death here in the UK

and one that is often referred to (along with other forms of dementia) as 'the long goodbye'.

Sending so much love, peace and compassion to anyone dealing with this - either directly or whilst caring for a loved one. Be kind to yourself.

This poem is called Embers and Keys and is in the book 'Letters from Life' https://a.co/d/17LrMHG

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HOW ARE YOU by Becky Hemsley

"HOW ARE YOU"
(author Becky Hemsley

“What time will you get in tonight?

Text me when you’re home

Be careful if you’re driving

Or if you’re out alone

Shout me if you need me

Or call me anytime

Hey, remember when we did that thing

And laughed until we cried?

Take a coat, it’s raining

Or shelter here with me

Let’s watch your favourite movie

I’ve made your favourite tea

I saw this and I thought of you

It really made me smile

Just checking in, I hope you’re well

I know it’s been a while

Have some fun at school today

But wear your hat - it’s cold

And look the road’s got busy now

So here’s my hand to hold”

We always hear and say these things

But rarely do we see

They’re just lots of little ways

Of saying what we really mean

See, if you listen carefully,

You’ll hear them everywhere -

All the messages of “I love you”

“You’re important” and “I care”

******

Becky Hemsley 2021

Artwork created with Dall.E

'How are you?' is from my second collection - What the Wild Replied

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Sunday, 24 September 2023

WHEN by Becky Hemsley

"WHEN"
(author Becky Hemsley)

When did we all lose the thrill

Of running full-speed down a hill

Of marvelling at daffodils

Until the sun went down?

When did we stop spending days

On grassy verges weaving braids

Of plaited, fragile daisy chains

Until we’d made a crown?

When did we begin to lose

The urge to skip and race and move

‘Til we had scuffed our favourite shoes

All in the name of fun?

When was it that we forgot

Predicting ‘loves me, loves me not’

With flowers from a wild plot

That grew beneath the sun?

And when did we begin to miss

The chance to stop and make a wish

With dandelions clocks we’d picked

That grew beneath our feet?

Well I for one do not believe

That we forgot how all that feels

But life at some point took the wheel

And freedom took back seat

It seems that it got left behind

And buried ‘neath the daily grind

But it’s still there for us to find

At any time we want

So climb a hill then run back down

Weave yourself a daisy crown

Then blow your wishes to the clouds

Because life’s too short

to stop

******

Becky Hemsley 2023

Artwork created with Dall.E

'When' is part of my most recent collection

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