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Only little for a little

This week it feels like the home has been a constant mess. The more I tried to tidy up the worse it got.  As one box was filled another was emptied. As one pile of clothing was folded another pile was unfolded and used as superhero attire.  As the dishes where cleared I blinked and as if by magic an even bigger stack appeared – a very generous dish fairy indeed.

I do try to ignore the mess and not let it cause me stress, but it does – sometimes ridiculously so. As I continued to try (in vain) to clean it eventually dawned on me to just accept it. A sigh of relief, honestly. As if a pair of rose-coloured glasses instantly hid the mess and focused on little smiles. These are the words that followed:

 

Accept the mess
Have a small corner of your own –
If possible a neat and tidy one.
A haven to provide a sanity moment.

Accept the mess,
Deny the overwhelming stress
Rather embrace the opportunity to learn and play.
Why just yesterday we discovered something;
Roll a ball of play dough across the kitchen floor and will pick up some crumbs –
Who knew?
Add a frame around those scribbles on the wall,
You never know may just be the next generation’s Picasso

Accept the mess
Sooner or later the fort will lose its intrigue
And the little ones will move onto something more inviting,
Perhaps of the sticky variety,
Maybe this is where a distraction in the form of a snack is required.

Accept the mess,
Deny the overwhenling stress.
Little ones are only little for a little after all.
Soon enough you’ll miss the mess,
Sticky fingers, mismatched socks and satisfied smiles.

Accept the mess
Put down the cloth and play a while,
You’ll be happy that you did.
Superheroes wearing Daddy’s pants are awfully amusing.
Shaking water out the sippy cup is actually rather fun.
And remember if the mess causes stress retreat to your corner
Breath in and out – maybe hide a block of chocolate for an energy boost.
Then take a deep breath and plunge right in.
Indulge in every moment.
That’s what it’s all about, after all.

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Words and image (C) Lisa Moralee McLardy

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Capturing a rainbow

Rain plus sunshine equals a rainbow
What an awesome sight,
The sky filled with colours so bright.
I love to just sit and stare.
counting all the colours, seven.
But then it fades away,
Maybe it will be back another day.

The weatherman said
Sunny with rain today,
The perfect setting for a rainbow.
Today I’ll capture it
Using my sketchbook and paint
So it wont fade away
I’ll keep it, it’ll stay.

My paintbox has only three colours though
The ones they call primary:
Red, blue and yellow.
But rainbows have seven colours
And the clouds are starting to form.
How will I find four more?
I think for a moment and scratch my head,
Then remember something I once read

Mix two primary colours equally and soon you’ll see something amazing, truly
A transformation into colours new, the ones they call secondary
Orange, green and purple too.
Red plus yellow equals orange
Yellow plus blue equals green
Red plus blue equals purple

What about indigo (also called dark blue)?
I remember something about this too:
Mostly blue with a little red equals indigo.
Now I am ready, the paints are all mixed
All I need is a rainbow to capture…

The sun is shining and its starting to rain
The rainbow is here again!
Showing all the colours
Red, orange and yellow too
Then its green followed by blue
Purple and indigo are the last two.

Rain plus sunshine equals a rainbow
What an awesome sight
So fantastic with colours so bright
I love to just sit and stare
counting all the colours, seven.
Today I captured my own rainbow
I’ll keep it, it will stay
Until it fills the sky another day.

Rainbow

Words and image copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy

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Creation of wonder

Bubbles

 

Trilogy of the primary source
Bold
Yielding
Radiant
Confident to stand alone yet

Ready for a meeting of meant-to-be
Inevitably producing a trilogy of the secondary source
Passionate
Grand
Outstanding

The palette is generous
Step by step each combination provides an explosion of amazement
A variety of every shade
A creation of wonder

 

Words and Image Copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy

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Gather, share and eat

Easter Sunday has arrived,

Joy and excitement are all around

As little feet skip across the ground

Following a map – a hunt, a trail of treasures to be found.

The basket swings to-and-fro,

Patiently waiting to be filled

Soon enough hints of splendour are revealed.

Multicoloured ovals – glimmering in the light

Encasing hollow chocolate treats

To gather, share and eat.

Happy Easter everyone & happy page turning x

Words and image copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy

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In the quiet afternoon sun we play

It’s a busy day,

Lots of to dos to get through.

Moving faster than I should.

Determined to tick off a record amount.

Our tranquil living room welcomes the afternoon sun,

Just like it did yesterday.

Challenging my frantic, multi-tasking thoughts.

In a moments breath I see your smile.

You are playing so contently, so enthralled.

You know what it’s all about.

You have captured the moment.

This precious, precious moment.

The to dos are static they will be there tomorrow,

But this moment will change.

Anxious pulls of errands and admin melt away.

As we just be.

In the quiet afternoon sun we play,

So enthralled, so content.

Words and image Copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy 2018

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Cherishing Life’s Chimes

Ten thousand stories I have to tell,

Some things I picked up around a wishing well.

I heard ten different stories a thousand times

Little tips on know-how and to cherish life’s chimes.

They said that’s life it’s the way it goes

Sometimes you get it right

Sometimes you don’t know

Just put on a smile

Go with the flow

Put one foot ahead

Find a way to go.

You know its love when your heart breaks

You can’t help sometimes from being late

Sift through the keepers and lose the fakes

Hold on to mementos from picnics by the lake.

They said that’s life it’s the way it goes

Sometimes you get it right

Sometimes you don’t know

Just put on a smile

Go with the flow

Put one foot ahead

Find a way to go.

Find a hobby that will keep you sane

Don’t watch lightning through the windowpane

Jump on a pile of leaves you’ve raked

Stop holding on to things that hate

Dance in the city in the pouring rain

Remember it’s okay to tear the pain.

They said that’s life it’s the way it goes

Sometimes you get it right

Sometimes you don’t know

Just put on a smile

Go with the flow

Put one foot ahead

Find a way to go.

Just do what you do

Go with the flow

Put on a smile

Find a way to go.

I wrote this poem (also intended as a song) many moons ago. I originally posted it on Cherishing Life’s Chimes  but wanted to share it here on bright blue balloon.

Happy page turning x

Words and image copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy

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Thanks for making me the one you call Mummy/Mama

It means so much to be your Mummy,

I hope you know.

The privilege is mine as I watch you grow.

Your hand grows in mine and my heart smiles but pangs at the same time.

Too quickly you want independence,

To show me what you can do.

I know you can,

Anything you want,

Anything you dream.

It means so much to be your Mummy,

I hope you know.

You chose me and I’m honoured, truly

Words can’t express it fully.

Every step you take,

Every milestone

Every first, second and hundredth

Ill be there watching, smiling, celebrating.

Thank you for choosing me to be the one you call Mummy/Mama.

Happy Mother’s day to all the lovely Mums out there! I wrote this for the two little people who made me a Mummy.

Words and image Copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy

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Jacaranda Tree

Seeds held in nature’s case
Ready to be free, to accept the wind
And land in a place meant-to-be
Time it takes to grow and bloom
Worth the wait
Soon enough the streets are lined
Multiple friends standing side by side, entwined
A tunnel formed
An invitation to journey through
Look up and see glory
A mural of pure beauty
Purple petals rain down and blanket the ground,
Like snow in a wonderland
Wonderment in this moment
Journey round and repeat again.

I originally posted this poem on Cherishing Life’s Chimes but wanted to share here too 🙂

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Words and image copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy

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Snow day on the second day of spring

A snow day on the second day of spring

An unusual celebration – what will the day bring?

World Book Day and snowy terrain

The perfect setting to tell a tale

Of a boy 3.4 feet tall, age 4

 

He set out on a journey this morn

To create a wonderland not of winter but spring

He started with snow butterflies decorated with twigs shaped in rings

He built a snowman – because he wanted to

With sunglasses and a peak cap

A smile made of petals and a banana nose – as Mum used all the carrots in the stew

 

The snowman pointed the way to a powdery landscape

A worthy spot to build a castle – which turned out to look more like an igloo

But it will do

Find a special spot to bury treasure

Then man the castle and protect the grounds

Be prepared for potential snowy battles

Care was taken to make a mound of snow balls

And a great big wall

A fortress fit for a king – age 4 and 3.4 feet tall

No battle was had in the end

So he practised his swing hitting snowballs with a baseball bat

 

A snow day on the second day of spring

An unusual celebration

What fun it sure did bring

Time to retreat to enjoy hot chocolate and a hot cross bun

Then snuggle up with a book or two

Telling tales of kings and castles, snowmen and heroes

 

Words and image Copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy