Youth ain’t easy

Youth ain’t easy

Falling in love is now the hardest thing, something that most people find easy,
Confused and teased by my brother’s friends in what’s meant to have been a safe environment.
Brink of youth, they mocked me and my best friend,
Making hints just over our heads, continuous,
Making us question each other, changing our views so differently,
Breaking something full of innocent and sincerity,
For my best friend was a male, and I a female,
We got along so well until that long time,
Making us wonder and question the status,
Something that was beyond our innocent little minds.

Bed – our proud and prayer.

Bed – our proud and prayer.

How you put your children to bed,
Is it in anger or with poise?
Routines are stuffy, old and fluffy,
Dated, debated, rigid and hated…
Except for mine which is loved so dearly,
By my children and me,
We are holding it near,
So let me share with you our prayer and proud,
Our night routine isn’t usually loud.

Bath & teeth,
Play & PJ’s,
Book & bed,
Proud & Pray,
Sometimes we run through what happened today,
I pull up the bits that I hold so near,
I tell them something they love to hear,
Then I ask them, what they are proud of each day,
Sometimes its sweet, sometimes its to my dismay,
Then its prayer time, I honour all requests,
Especially when they want to pray for their dad, my ex.

I pray for them, I pray for me, I thank the Lord with a heart of glee,
It’s kiss and a cuddle,
Sometimes a drink,
Then off to sleep for my little kiddy winks!

What does your routine look like?
Do you find them fluffy?
Have you forged your own?

Comment below! I’d love to know 🙂