C.G.Ayling

Month: May 2013

  • Mother’s Day, is Every Day.

    Julia recently returned from her Middle School trip to Washington, DC. During her time away, she composed this poem. Pay special attention to the first letter of each line. I think each line describes Julia, as she sees herself.

    There once was a girl.
    How did she grow to be so strong?
    Every thing she saw, she saw with love.

    Maybe it was something in the water.
    Or maybe it was something different something strong.
    This girl was like nothing else anyone had ever seen.
    Her eyes were that of an old soul.
    Every thing she loved grew strong.
    Roses bloomed at her touch.

    Where did she learn all of these things?
    How did she obtain this power?
    Outlandish is what she was

    Loving was in her nature.
    On the ground she could fly.
    Valor is what she wishes for.
    Even though others think her to be odd.
    She could smile through hell and back.

    Her health may be poor sometimes.
    Earnings may be low.
    Reminisce she will when the world has her down.

    Danger is no longer a fear.
    Adventure is what she searches for.
    Unable she will never be.
    Grateful for all she is.
    Her life could never be better.
    There’s more to say.
    Every chance she gets she will say I love you.
    Ready as I’ll ever be I give you this poem.

    I was able to do everything I have up to now because of the mother who loves her daughter.

    To my loving mum,
    from Julia.

  • A daughter’s “warmth”.

    Today, is my birthday – which is good news for someone with a memory like mine. You see, yesterday was my Godfather’s birthday – which means it’s pretty easy for me to remember mine!

    Anyway my youngest daughter, Julia, has been away on her class trip to Washington DC. She returned this morning, however I never saw her until lunchtime, when she dragged me down the stairs to reveal another little note, along with a duck feather on my desk – presumably to be used as a writing implement. I faithfully transcribe her note, below.

    Dear father,

    I didn’t know what to give you, I couldn’t find the right words for a poem so I will give you this instead.

    Age is but a number, as is time only a placeholder. When you don’t think about the time is it really there? I have to say If you don’t think about age you can live forever. Not in reality but you will be remembered for living like you can never die…

    I know I will die one day but not before you old man, see you in the fire.

    Yes, she does have a certain way with words – I think I’ll keep her, for now…

    PS. In celebration of my Godfather’s birthday, my first novel “Beltamar’s War” is FREE on Amazon for May 23rd, and 24th. This offer should be available globally, simply head on over to your nearest Amazon and do a search for “Beltamar’s War”.  Please snag a copy for yourself, and tell any friends, too.

    Consider it my gift, to you. Your gift, to me, will be to read it, and weep {I mean that in a good way.}

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