celebration – Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Micropoetry and Artwork: growing pains – 09/12/21

sometimes growth still yields many forms of separation…
mistrust, paranoia, apprehension,
brothers and sisters envisage the vision before you,
neither be forceful nor misgiven,

for tis the season, tis the season,
for giving and living,
smile, dear friends,
for we are together, in part, until the ending.

so now, bright lights, deep sparkles,
heavenly ascensions,
extending the loving,
commence the resounding celebrations,
fervent rejoicing.
(08/12/21)
Original artwork by myself

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Poem: Double the Fun! – 21/08/20

It’s your birthday tomorrow,
I awake up from a nap
and there are two cakes,
one in your favourite flavour,
and one in mine.
I only suggested,
never insisted.
Never knew there would be two.
Perhaps there’s going to be two separate celebrations,
aren’t you a special one, I smile: this we already knew.
 
One for us, our immediate family,
then one for the remaining –
my two far-off brothers, currently our ‘extended’ family,
it’ll be nice, actually, to watch your eyes shine,
complemented by the candle lights,
to giggle and understand that you’re having twice the time!
 
The mud cake is all yours,
you can have the richness,
it suits you,
and the sickeningly sweet salted caramel can be for us three,
but mainly for later,
perhaps sneaked in for you and me.
 
Advanced happy birthday,
I hope you have a wonderful time,
blowing all those candles out!
Celebrating, amazing, I will proudly watch your joyfulness thrive.   

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Prose Poetry: It’s Your Birthday! – 07/04/20

Oh, a time for celebration! Your birthday while in isolation. There can only be us three, but that’s enough for you to see, that you are appreciated still, and you are deserving of the love you need. You are often quiet, you do not seek attention much, indeed, you are a hard worker of the household, our family, and you go about your tasks with a sense of careful meticulous duty.

But today you will allow me to hug you, to repeatedly kiss you upon the top of your head, when all other times I reach to embrace you, I am kept at arm’s length. There is something about affection that must make you squirm inside, but perhaps the fact I counted down the hours to midnight, to your birthday, showed that I care, it made you realise. Of course we love you, and of course we will always care, you are the masculine figure we always have to observe, to follow directives, to feel your care and quiet concern when it is required, when danger is near, you are the one to help pick up the pieces, you are always near.

And today is your day, let us celebrate it with a bang! Your presents gleefully given, one artistically made with a careful hand. And the others are so sweet that they could make your stomach curl, you delight in these gifts, for you rarely consume them at will. And now I spend extra time with you, when usually you are permitted your own space. I thought you liked it like this, but now, I realise, that sometimes you might enjoy my company, to have a quiet observer nearby to watch television with, perhaps here I am accepted as another.

And now it is time for cake, and we three celebrate, Mother’s been at work all day, and you are delighting in posing before the cake playfully, cheekily, unlike how you would act normally. I smile to myself, even those you are being so silly, because I know that you are enjoying yourself, this moment is one of today’s many. So, my precious Father, I hope you enjoyed your day, allow us to share in our love and appreciation for you each and every other day, always.

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