Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: family

  • Poem: I Remember the Egg Hunt – 12/04/20

    Poem: I Remember the Egg Hunt – 12/04/20

    I remember hiding eggs for my little brothers,
They were tiny and sweet and curious,
They loved the treasure hunting,
It went down a treat,
Each Easter Sunday.
 
And when they were found,
I’d hide them again,
Two, three times,
The hunting went,
And smiles all around,
Beaming,
From me to them,
The joyous moments shared,
Loving, sibling hearts together,
And then –
 
The feasting commenced,
How my brothers loved this part,
Where they could indulge,
Contented were their hearts,
 
The shiny egg foil carelessly discarded upon the ground,
Where will these chocolates be?
Will they be hidden again or never again found?
 
And quietly with great grins did the feasting go on,
So many eggs there were to count,
Now there was basically nothing left!
All but gone!
 
And the satisfaction from their sugar-filled bellies could all be seen
Upon their expressions,
Time to rest,
The sugar rush caused a tiredness that’s overwhelming.
  
© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by congerdesign from Pixabay   

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

    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.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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  • Poem: Gratitude – 02/02/20

    Poem: Gratitude – 02/02/20

    Priceless are those moments
where we smile and laugh, from ear to ear,
where each other’s company is appreciated
like lollipops in children’s playful but greedy hands
we are sweetly loved
we are tightly held dear.
 
I appreciate them all,
they are my world
outside my private space,
my personal world of everything
we are gathered around to share our stories
to know that we are loved.
 
It goes without saying
that I can, I will, I do show them that I care
because in specific years I showed them that perhaps I really
didn’t.
 
The enormous sense of welcoming to me
each time I felt and needed to come back
a slow build to triumph,
the personal progress made mainly thanks to them.
 
They caressed me,
cotton-wool-balled my mind,
allowed me to sleep whenever required because
time heals
sleep heals
this is what I was always told,
thank you for permitting my return, my repeated infancy,
when I was struggling to crawl.
 
The most sentimental moments are those in which
I have the sense of family, love, and friends,
support is here in a structure that some aren't lucky enough
to ever find.
 
I count myself one of the lucky,
I’ve been blessed with such care, concern, empathy,
that I must one day repay them is a given,
sometimes their love is overwhelming.
 
© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
All images signed “LMH”
are copyrighted 2019-2020 by Lauren M. Hancock
and all rights reserved.

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  • Poem: Cinnamon Milk – 26/12/19

    Poem: Cinnamon Milk – 26/12/19

     Cinnamon and sugar dusted over my
 warmed cup of milk,
 it comforts me, it makes my stomach smile,
 my grin shine, 
 have a taste of it yourself!
  
 I will prepare yours with the greatest of ease,
 dust and sprinkle it as I please,
 to present this to you with a glowing smile, 
 ahead of a stomach set to be full of liquid
 deliciously worthwhile. 
  
 And how about a shortbread biscuit?
 Santa left a couple on his plate,
 perhaps he’s on a bit of food restriction,
 heaven knows he’d been eating at every house last night!
  
 Paired with some cinnamon sugar and paired with some milk,
 enjoy your time together,
 this time of year is for family and friends,
 such loving proof, the mood overwhelms.
  
 Sip and nibble upon your milk and cookies,
 tell stories, recollect old memories,
 and remember past loved ones,
 who once sat in your spaces with bright eyes 
 and open hearts and expressions so warm.
  
 © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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