My tiny treasures
Look at the scar that you created
I wear it for you with love and pride.
I wear it with stoicism
Disfigured permanently for motherhood
We call it an apron
It hangs loose and saggy like an old washed out jumper.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
This was written for the quadrille at d’Verse. Hope it is okay.
This is a continuation from Christmas Voices that I began for d’Verse last week
Dec 6 and 7. The rector and his wife
In the beginning
Was the word and the word was
Pray for us sinners…..
We gave all we had
There was nothing left to give
God took it all
Dec 8th. The Teacher
Christingle service
Carol singing in the snow
Childrens faces glow
Dec 9th and 10th The homeless man and the girl from the store.
There was no room at the hostel
His predicament was momentarily magnified
by the similarities of their story on this cold winter night.
She offered him her last note
Crisp and clean in the crystal clear light of the moon
He received the yuletide offering with gladness for she had given with love.
Alison Jean Hankinson
Tutukaka and Wellington’s Bay from the Lookout point.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder but I suspect you would find it hard to find someone to fault the beautiful day and the beautiful vistas. We took a trip out to what have been some of our favourite local haunts over the years. Tutukaka for lunch and to take in the Marina and the sound and smell of the boats, and then on to Wellington’s Bay which has always been our safe beach when the children were smaller and our family favourite. Today I wanted to visit the lookout point as I had never ventured there before. It was a little windy to say the least but it was worth the effort and the views from the top were stunning. A good day to live. A good day to be out and about.
Hues of Hankinson 