Poem : Happy Birthday Baby Girl

This Girl of mine! So now you’re 15!
A more elegant beauty I’ve never seen
From the first time I saw your face
I knew the world was a better place
Your sparkle lights sky , I love you so much I could actually cry
My kind baby girl, sometimes straight, sometimes curled
Never doubt for a second, you’re my treasure, my world
Artistic and funny, make me laugh every day
I’m proud off you in every possible way
You are so smart and humble, sassy and wise
What you don’t say with lips , you say with you’re eyes
It’s hard to berate you , tell you off, cos you see..
Too often you show me, you’re a young version of me!
We just have to glance at each other to see
A glint in your eye, or from me a sly wink
We’re thinking the same, our humour in sync
You know how I love you, my treasure, my girl
You’re my precious, my side kick and my best friend
If time were too short, with you I would spend
Knowing you is an honour, my best work it’s true
You’ve grown up so fast, it’s so easy to love you
At 15, I assure you, there’s one thing for sure
When you say you love me, know Mum “loves you more” ❤️
Never stop being you, be genuine, be true
Happy 15th Birthday I’ll always love you❤️

This year seemed extra special so I made two cakes…



I hope my children know how much they are loved and how my life is dedicated to keeping them safe and guiding them as best I can…

Thanks for reading

Black Sheep xxx


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Maya Says it all…..

Still I Rise

BY MAYA ANGELOU

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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Poem : Father’s Day 2021

For more years than I can count I’ve picked an appropriate Father’s Day Card
Somehow not having to this year makes it doubly hard
Some say It’s commerical ,but it’s a day to cherish
To remember a decision made and a very special wish
A day to remember a wish my parents shared
A decision that proved just how much they cared
To take on a baby in need of a family
That baby we know just happened to be me

Father’s Day this year feels such a void
Like a Hallmark card Day, a day to avoid
It’s cruel he’s not here , the constant presence
I’ll watch as my children give their Dad his presents
I’ll smile alongside and hide how I’m feeling
In reality, inside I’m bereft, I’m reeling
Dad, I know you’re around me
I can feel you holding my hand
In truth I’m still struggling, I can’t understand
How long until this pain gets relief
For numbness to take over the bleakness of grief
When I sleep I wish you’d come to my dreams
To show me you’re happy , and healthy , it seems
As if time has stood still, yet life races on
I still talk to your photo , can’t accept that you’ve gone
Sleep easy sweet man, you fought hard and long
To lose a parent is life but it still feels wrong
I’ve learned much from you, not least to stay strong
So wrong that your life was blighted by pain
They say there are rainbows, only if there’s been rain
I’ll work through the storm as I’ve no other choice
What I’d give… one more time
To just hear your voice
The last words I heard were “I’m struggling a bit”
A bit was nowhere near, you’d never admit
So stoic and dignified, and protective of us
You never complained, never made a fuss
Im trying to keep busy, destracting myself
The days are ok but night creeps in with stealth
I miss you my hero, so we talk every day
I wish this weekend was not Father’s Day
Today and beyond you’ll be in my mind
My thoughts of a man, so gentle ,so kind
Watch over me now and beside me please walk
I’ll carry my memories, we will continue to talk
The bond that we shared, how we mutually cared
Can never be broken even though we’re apart
You’ll always live on, in this space in my heart

Happy Father’s Day Dad , smile down from Heaven x


Sleep Tight Dad 😘

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Not alot of people know this….

A Jewish family Karnofsky, who immigrated from Lithuania to the United States, took pity on the 7-year-old boy and brought him to their home after being sent to a delinquent home for coloured boys at the age of just 5 💔
There he stayed and spent the night in this Jewish family home, where for the first time in his life he was treated with kindness and tenderness.
When he went to bed, Mrs Karnovski sang him Russian lullabies, which he sang with her.
Later he learned to sing and play several Russian and Jewish songs.
Over time, this boy became the adopted son of this family.
Mr. Karnofsky gave him money to buy his first musical instrument, as was the custom in Jewish families.
Later, when he became a professional musician and composer, he used these Jewish melodies in compositions such as St. James’s Hospital and Go Down Moses.
The little boy grew up and wrote a book about this Jewish family, who adopted him in 1907. And proudly spoke Yiddish fluently.
In memory of this family and until the end of his life, he wore the Star of David and said that in this family he learned “to live a real life and determination.”
This little boy’s name was Louis Armstrong 💙
#itsawonderfulworld
#louisarmstrong
#jazz
#diversityandinclusion
#loveislove

Thanks for reading…

Black Sheep xxx

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Best Adoption Blogs 2020 #4

Pretty happy to find myself at #4 Best Adoption Blogs 2020…

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