Tuesday, December 28, 2010

I was a wife, but always a Mother...



With my beautiful group of mummy friends with our little princesses. Life is good. And I am humbled.



Our Bambina shoes - matching set for mama and Bel.


3 days till we usher 2011. For many, the new year is welcomed with such festivities. Some take this time to renew vows and goals, or to extend resolutions that were not resolved in the year that has been. Others take it as a fresh start, a clean slate - a motivation to all things better, brighter, wiser.

2011 is going to be just that for Isobel and I. It's been 2+ years since the whole fiasco and naturally it's been a very tricky journey - but again, as mentioned over and over; I firmly believe there is goodness in this. A blessing in disguise. God has only given us resilience and I have faith that slowly, I will run again. Free from the fear and the intimidation. I have inner peace in things that is so hard to explain - and I can't wait to start a new life, my own unit - as MelB puts it "a blended family".

Here's a poem I would like to share with you written by a fave poet of mine. God bless you all.

I know why the Caged Bird Sings - Maya Angelou

The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

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