Posts Tagged ‘morning’:

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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My favourite place

Everyone has a favourite place or time in their life. Mine is my parents’ ger, my childhood home. Waking up in our ger was a pretty sight. Our ger had a round window at the top of the ger called ‘toono.’ The toono was hand painted along with the supporting poles and the two columns. My particular happy space was being home in bed. My parents would whisper and chat away about whatever they needed to talk and the sound of their voices were like a soothing voice gently putting me to sleep. In the mornings, I would wake up

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