So much has happened to me in the last few weeks. I have felt as if I am in a whirl wind and my feet have not touched the ground.
Having said that it has been fruitful with the arrival of my new granddaughter and many family occasions to celebrate. However, that turmoil has led to a little family confusion and as such I penned the following. The title was suggested by my daughter Tegyn. Enjoy.
Confusion
When black isn’t black and white pales to grey.
There is turmoil wrapped in the longest of days.
You forfeit all your wishes and desires for more,
Confusion pushes you on your knees, to the floor.
Bewilderment hits hard making you numb,
Lifeless you lie there, deaf, mute and dumb.
Scepticism can’t resolve this feeling of doubt,
As you wish for tomorrow with the doubt taken out.
By Helen Stallard
June 6, 2014
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