I’m Going To Be An Uncle Again, Today!

So I’ve just received word that I am to become an uncle again within the next twenty four hours or so. My little sister who is a couple of years younger than me is on her way to the hospital to be induced into labour with my second nephew! It’s an exciting day, that’s for sure. My nephew is such a lovely, kind-hearted little chap and I can’t wait to have another to spend some time with. It sounds silly because my family don’t really see this side of me but I’m tearing up a little.

There have been some tragedies in my family with regards to babies. We lost two of my sisters in the early stages of Mum being pregnant (then how did we know they were girls you might ask? That’s simply what we choose to believe) and my sister Mayson almost made it to us, but there were alot of complications and she sadly passed away, so a new baby is a bitter-sweet thing. We are all excited about welcoming the new little one into the world, but we can’t help but think back to the three babies we don’t have here to cuddle and dote upon.

I’m worried for my sister, she hasn’t been coping very well with the later stages of pregnancy and as much as we sometimes don’t get on, she’s my sister and I don’t want her to go through pain, but on the other hand I suppose that this is just one of those things. I’m sure she will be fine.

I want to write a poem for the baby, one I can show him years down the road so I’m going to attempt one now, writing in real time if you like…

 

The Promise.

 

You haven’t been given a name yet

so I’m not sure what to call you,

Nephew! that made me smile just writing it,

Your mum’s on her way to hospital

and they’re going to let you out,

Your Nan’s on a mission and I think

Grandad’s just doing as he’s told,

I’m at home blogging while I wait

and your other uncle and aunties are all at school.

 

We’re all waiting in this big scary world

for you to come out and say hello,

To be honest, I would understand if you didn’t want to,

Knowing what I know now about the world,

Somewhere dark to sleep all day

doesn’t  be so bad.

 

But it’s happening, you’re coming out

whether you like it or not,

You have such a big family

and we’re going to be here all the way,

So you will never need fear

or be apprehensive of the world.

 

I called this poem the promise

and I might not have made it clear,

I… We promise that no matter what happens,

No matter how hard things get,

No matter who you are or what you do,

We will love you always, and guide you

true.

 

Thanks for reading everyone!

 

I remain,

 

Red.

 

 

Just One More Page.

I love that feeling,

Where you lay reading in bed

It’s late and your eyes are growing heavy,

The light has long since gone

but the pages keep on turning in the lamplight’s dim glow,

You can’t stop now even though your eyes are closing,

You need to know what happens next,

You need to know.

 

Just one more page…

 

And you’re gone.

The Face Of An Anonymous Writer.

So earlier on I looked through comments on my social networking sites and I was taken aback. My followers on each site has soared and I wanted to take the chance to say thank you!

It’s an odd thing, writing anonymously. I said the other day that it allows you to know me not the perception you might have of me if you knew the details. You’ve all been so great, so supportive and have had nothing but kind words to say.

You’ve all also been asking for details throughout my accounts and so I will give you a few that I’m happy to release.

I a 21 year old Englishman. I’ve written most of my life and would describe by self as a clean cut, smartly dress young man with enough bad memories to provide books of and books of poetry.

As for the selfie you all wanted I can’t do it, it would defeat the point of me being anonymous, BUT I have edited a selfie with stickers and tints so you can see little bits of me.

I will leave you with the picture now guys but once again, thank you so much for the support!

I remain,

Red.