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Civilization

Mongol we pride ourselves in Mongolia Mongo they laugh at each other in Britain Mothers cuddling their babies round the world Fathers cursing the ignorant and Trisomy 21   Mongol, Down called his observation in 1860’s More stupid than us, he clarified The world followed him, calling babies Mongols They knew none of it in Mongolia   Civilization is not a right to call names Civilization is not a permission to bully Developed, they say Did they, really?                

M is for Mongol

You can call me Mongol Because I am. But please don’t call someone with Down’s Syndrome ‘Mongol’ or ‘Mongo.’ You will hurt not only me but many ‘Billy’ we called our little boy when he was born ‘Buuz’ we named him when he came home Our baby was a Mongol not because he had Down’s Syndrome Only because his mummy is Mongolian You can call me Mongol Because I am. But please don’t call someone with Down’s Syndrome ‘Mongol’ or ‘Mongo.’ You will hurt not only me but many ‘Mong’, clowns joke on TV, ‘Mongo’, school kids call each other

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L is for Loss

My first diary entry after Billy passed away. 17 March 2010. Three weeks ago we buried you my baby. You were only three months old. I can not believe how short time we had you yet it felt a very long time. Perhaps it was very painful for you and for us. Mummy feels comfort in believing that you are now in a pure place where there is no pain and suffering. Oh baby, mummy had such a wonderful but so challenging time when you were here. From the moment you were born, life seemed not fair and it was

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K is for Keep Kind Karma

I asked my kids what to write on letter K. They said: Karma and Kind. So what is Karma? It is widely understood as cause and effect. Do I believe in Karma? I did. I thought If I’m kind and considerate life will treat me alright. However, I’m not sure anymore. We lost our baby son Billy. Was it Karma?   What do you think? Do you believe in Karma?    

Mother’s Day

  My little boy wonders whether I am asleep I’m not sure if I should open my eyes But when I start to open them, He thinks I’m waking up. I lay in bed. His careful steps get closer I pretend. ‘Mummy, do you want to open your card?’ he whispers. That’s me. I see my son standing there, smiling Before I say anything, his little feet couldn’t wait longer He ran to his big sister to announce ‘Mummy is awake.’ They walk into the room Their Daddy follows, with their baby sister in his arms And to Mum, the

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