It’s been an emotional week here on the Pickle Farm – though with four small children I guess every week is rather emotional one way or another, but perhaps this week I’ve just noticed it more than I usually do. So, here it is, things I know about emotions for Yay For Home’s Things I Know Link up.
I know that four year olds can be a crazy mixture of frustration, happiness and humour. Mine is simultaneously frustrating and lovely and hysterically funny.
I know that a sad baby makes everyone else in the house sad too.
I know that a happy baby makes everyone else in the house happy too.
I know that some emotions are surprising.
I know that you can be terribly sad about someone else being sad. My Brother-in-law’s father died somewhat suddenly this week. I never met the man but I am so sad for his loss. So sad that someone as lovely and funny and smart and caring as my brother-in-law is hurting. And so sad that my nephew will not know the joy of having a grandfather…
I know that guilt can be a great thing… when it is someone else’s and you reap the benefits of said guilt!
I know that I’d rather be angry than frustrated.
And I know that I’m glad I am no longer an angsty teenager writing bad poems like this one. And I’m only sharing it because Glowless happened to mention something about Typo on Flog Your Blog Friday, and I have such a weakness for all things Typo… and bad poetry…
UnNamed
Drift away
On a river of uncertainty.
Relax
In a warm bath of hope.
Warm yourself
By the fire of sadness.
Shiver
In the cold rain of love.
So what do you know? Or better yet, what bad poetry have you written??
I specifically asked for bad poetry, Kate, this, even though it’s teen and angsty, is too good.
And I know exactly what you mean about feeling someone else’s sadness. I wasn’t close to my grandfather who passed away on Monday but seeing my Dad hurting so much is killing me. I am completely floored by how much this has affected me.
I know totally different things this week. But yours was mine last week. Lol, I found some terrible ‘poetry’ I wrote as an angsty teen when we were moving house. I’ve never laughed so hard. A poet I am most certainly not!
Hope the weekend shakes the bad away.
I used to write terrible short stories rather than terrible poetry, full of nonsensical mystery and drama. I think (hope) they’ve all been converted to landfill.
We had a sad week the week before last too; a friend lost their daughter. I think in that week I realised a little bit more of what I don’t know rather than what I did.
That’s actually not a bad teen poem at all, Kate!
And on the emotions, so sorry to hear about your BIL’s father. I totally understand the baby being sad thing! Have a teething bubba who’s not very happy at the moment! :(
Oh gosh, I haven’t written bad poetry in YEARS. I am too ashamed to hunt down my old writing and share.