First, apologies for not posting for over two months, and also not reading blogs and commenting.
The following piece by Angela Cooke has great significance for me, and may offer some insight regarding my absence from blogging.
Care Order
The boy taken into care does not know he must keep himself to himself.
He crashes into other people's walls. He spills into roads.
Crude, primordial sounds flow from his mouth.
His voice breaks through double glazing.
He soon knew his coming was not joyful.
His kind drown in stagnant pools - burn to death in derelict barns.
Because he is not lovely, he learnt early that he who needs most love receives the least.
He scratches round for love.
He clings to strangers - hangs on their arm.
He whines for love.
But he will learn to live on the meagre amount doled out -
to keep his body in its own small space.
He will learn to be confined to his allotted territory.
Food for thought, perhaps?
Bye for now, Baz
4 comments:
Hope you're doing well Baz! Love ya!
Good to see you, hope everything is ok!! Don't be a stranger.
*hugs*
Yes I think I might, but probably No I might not.
But I'd be very interested to know - partly because another blogger and I have been talking about this sort of thing and the guys who get involved.
I could introduce you to him, but only if you wipe those crumbs off your chin.
On the other hand, learn from this:
http://soitsgettingbetter.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-apropos-of-absolutely-nothing-in.html
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