Day 25 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly
Let us glimpse into how you ready yourself before facing known troubles, and what you do to cope once "mayhem" has done it's thing.
(another art journal page I made during one of my son's bad weeks)
Every morning I wake with a plan,
And stick to it as best I can.
Every morning the Storm appears,
And I steer the clouds to ward off fears.
Once the first storm's passed I breathe in deep,
And warn the school "he didn't get much sleep".
The middle of my day is calm and sweet,
while I write and paint and bare my feet.
This is the time when I get my rest,
And focus on all that I love best.
The next Storm brewing, did he have a good day?
Maybe, maybe not, no one can say.
So I keep his home both peaceful and calm,
And hope today he has come to no harm.
For the Storm will come I fear most of all.
That one day I'll forget, and let my guard fall.
That I'll fail to prepare, and he'll tear at his soul.
And the daemons that haunt him end up in control.
But for now we can hug to make everything fine.
Then eat ice-cream and trifle with this sweet boy of mine.
(For those who don't know, my youngest has Aspergers and takes his frustrations out on himself)