Live love laugh…. the Hankinson way.. Family, Education, Health, Humour, Resilience, compassion.
Clumsy — awkward steps across the hall — Childlike stomps beyond the wall.
My heart skips a beat.
Is it you? Are you home?
Stealth — I meld with the shadows — I limber lithely behind the arch.
Eager to surprise you with my smile.
Are you near? Is it your footsteps I hear?
Shouts — call out your name — voice cracks through the silence.
We melt into each other’s arms.
My child is home.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse mtb.
If only …….
Still silent seamless sorrow as the shadows of the day recede
My loss and longing washes over me
And it feels like my heart might bleed.
To carry both of you with me across the seas of need
I long to have your hands to hold
And from this endless ache be freed.
Love sets us free to chase our dreams
Make no mistaking there
But the hollow place inside of me, still wishes you were here.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
For Mental Health Awareness Week 2018.
For my girls. Whom I love, every day and more. For my Ellen across the seas. Some days leave a gaping chasm of loss. Hold your children tight when they are small if you are going to give them wings to fly. XXXXX
I am sharing this for open link night on d’Verse and of course the hand holding is part of the theme. For my beautiful girls. XXXX
The sun set slowly
reminded us of the glory days
When we had youth and fortitude.
We cannot all age well
Yet we all remember our youthful ways,
when we danced playfully at the murky edge of maturity.
This body frail as it is now
was a totem, an emblem of our love and lives together,
hallowed in the summers of our spiritual enlightenment before we had children of our own.
The sun sets slowly.
Death washes over us,
creeps through the open window in the dead of night.
©Alison Jean Hankinson.
napwrimo 18 Day 29 the penultimate.
This is for d’Verse open link night.
I inherited her laugh
It resonated in any room, raucous,
Cackle, guffaw, chortle and undeniably unstoppable.
An energy an emission of unadulterated joy
Everyone knew she was there.
“It’s only for kids missus!”- that was Ken Dodd puppeteer extraordinaire.
King of the diddy men.
“Alison- Your mum’s here…
I just heard her laugh.”
©Alison Jean Hankinson.
For poetics at d”verse and for Day 24 of Napowrimo 18.
I am sorry girls but you definitely have it too…long may we laugh. XXXX love you Mumma. XXX
You are perfect just the way you are.
Every blemish is a mark of a wish or a milestone
That was part of your life and has meaning.
We wear our scars like jewellery
Ornate adornments of battles we have fought and sufferings we have silenced.
Loves we have lost, dreams that lay smashed at the feet of the soul-less.
You are perfect just the way you are-
So wear your skin with pride, it is your life’s canvas,
And your story unfolds with every step forward and every glance back towards the setting sun.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
this is for napowrimo Day 20. It is for my girls. With all my love. Mumma. XXXXX
My mother’s last meal was cornflakes and I wonder did she spill a drop of milk, did she relish every lingering mouthful, did she know somewhere deep inside her soul that this was effectively her last supper.
Flushed and anguished
Pain obliterates, raindrops cascade down the dirty window pane.
One last breath
A sigh before death.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
I haven’t participated in napowrimo before so this is new to me, I used the prompt for day 6. I have participated in Nanowrimo successfully a number of times so I thought it was time for a change.
