29.4.12

a poem for Mark [to] Read ...


[the gift]

april 2012
Chopper Read tweeted
he has just weeks to live
‘the big C’
typed the BIG c
‘they say that I am going to die’
of all people Chopper
you would know
death is a hard bullet to dodge
once you are in its sights

you say ‘there’s no way out of it’
you 'wont steal a liver from a 10-year-old kid'

life no longer yours for the taking
it is never to late to give
[text copyright Bek Misic 2012]

10.4.12

marking twelve months of musings ...




today I am marking twelve months of musings on traces
and thought I would share a few links to my favourite 
thoughts, words and images of the last year

 thank you to all who have made a moment to stop by ...



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[photographie ...]







[anecdotes ...]




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3.4.12

thoughts on your 2nd birthday in March …





This two shall pass
to three and four
And the years shall flow like water; Fast
and just as hard to hold between ones fingers


Delicate girl
framed by the door
You must exit to enter; The world
is poised, wanting you to go find and seek


‘Bye mumma – play?’
Bag, shoes and phone
‘Bye mumma’ we rehearse; For the day
the words are real and you do not turn around


Time after time
this perfect child
marks me a fortunate mother; My
daughter in name only, you belong to the world


But for the Now
bless’d are we
entrusted with the journey; You are
beauty full, brimming over with love
the glass already broken - we savour every drop







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