Saturday 7 January 2017


ORPHAN. The word itself is distressing:
child, a detached leaf helplessly tossed
on the chaotic up draft
from the searing flames of loss
that will eventually consume the tiny heart.

RAWNESS. Death's pathetic victim
with her gaping wound that leads straight to the Soul,
wherein lies only agony and frozen dreams
of lost love: a severed bond that inwardly bleeds
and bleeds into nothing at all.

PITEOUS. Ariadne sits quietly observing
from the centre of her apocalyptic spokes.
Black is the cloak She drapes
protectively around the little heart so grieving
for the warmth of family unity.

HARDSHIP. Oh for just one more moment:
a Mother's arms to offer physical comfort,
to nurture and wrap in unconditional love -
instead of the cold guardianship of strangers
that leaves her emotionally starving.

ADVERSITY. Constant fight for attention.
The promise of care is full of holes
that the less robust fall through
into depression's infinite darkness,
where life's meaning lies only in oblivion.

NUMBER. This is the hardest part. She is
no more than a number on a computer screen.
A number, without identity or history,
nor any place in society to claim
the yearned-for title of daughter.

Yet, sometimes in dreams a gentle voice
calls her name in the dead of night.
And her heart begins to race -
could Mother-love really breach the abyss,
or is it just the echo of her own deep need?

This is her greatest hope. The hope that her beloved Mother
may still be there in some form and trying hard to reach her,
like a bird with nest plundered: fluttering frantically
against overcrowded dormitory window,
constantly watching over her precious offspring...

for the rest of her time on Earth.


  1. The concept, being so alone, defined within challenging titles to deal with. Wonderful writing. Feelings, Sad, lonely and totally enjoyed.

    1. Thank you so much, Anthony!
      This was inspired by a documentary on TV...oh it so touched my heart that I HAD to write about it.
      So happy you enjoyed...:))

  2. I was thankfully not an orphan, but I was an only child, as my mother lost 5 children before I was born, four were miscarriages and the 5th was a boy who sadly only lived 7 months and died of bronchial pneumonia. Six years later my mother was pregnant with me. I was born 3 weeks early and only weighed 5 and a half pounds (almost incubator, just a half a pound over). I was born just two months before my mother's 41st birthday. Somehow this resonates with me, dear really does. Thank you so much for sharing.

    1. Oh your poor mother!
      I can so relate to her sufferings...I miscarried seven times, then had a baby girl who only lived for two weeks, before finally having my only son.
      Those years were so hard to live through.:(

      Gosh, you and I really do have a lot in common...I was born to an older mother too. Mine was 42 when she gave birth to me, and my only sibling is a brother 10 years I felt much like an only child too!
      Oh Linda, thank you so much for reading this...and for your kind words...:))

      Much Love & Hugs xoxoxo

  3. Such emotions and feelings in your writing Ygraine! Wow! Very powerful! You are an amazing writer! Big Hugs!

    1. Oh heart-felt thanks, Sweetie!!
      You are so kind...:))

      Lots of Love & hugs xoxoxo

  4. Can relate somehow 2 all the points u made, friend Yggy ... but this made me cry ... "NUMBER. This is the hardest part. She is
    no more than a number on a computer screen.
    A number, without identity or history,
    nor any place in society to claim
    the yearned-for title of daughter." Ya ... Love, cat.

    1. Nonetheless wanna cheer U up ... in case u never looked at my travel blog, take a look, if u like ... it's posted on each of my blogger posts on the bottom in small print, but not many peeps notice, which is fine cuz I think the people who do notice small print are precious ... smiles ... Love, cat.


    3. Dear sending a virtual tissue!! So sorry to make you sending a hug too.:)

      I have just returned from a visit to your travel blog (I am somewhat ashamed to admit I hadn't noticed the link before! Sorry!!), and it is brilliant!
      Those pictures from me being a huge fan of Sergio Perez too! (My Mexican flag takes pride of place on race days!lol).
      Thank you so much for bringing this amazing blog to my attention...:))

      Much Love & Hugs xoxoxo

  5. And most of them turn out to be great people.
    Beautifully written.

    1. Absolutely!
      Thank you so much...Really happy you enjoyed...:))


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