Day Eighteen. Special January Ekphrastic Challenge Jan 7th to February 6th. Please join writers Merril D Smith, Jim The Poet, Holly York, Ailsa Crawley, Michael Dickel, Joy Fleming, Leela Soma, Hilary Otto, Godefroy Dronsart, Alan Gary Smith, Redcat, and myself as we respond to the remarkable art of Chris O’Connor, Marcel Herms and Kerfe Roig and others to arrive in the coming weeks. Sunday.

January 24th

CO24

-Christine O’Connor

red madonna KR24

-Kerfe Roig “Red Madonna”

bookpage03, mixed media on paper, 17 x 25 cm, 2021MH24

-Marcel Herms “Bookpage03”

I’ve responded to all three works

The Future not Preordained

The cities flame, glass ceilings shatter,
and people scatter into the ever after–
violet, yellow, rose-petal pink,
the gleams bounce from steel beams, then stream
through the streets

where the red Madonna flies, sighs to rise
from the turquoise and the sandy brown,

her hair aglow under moon-antler crown—
she sees the past and future, the sight, the sound
of all around,

what might, what could be—
a sea of lapis-wings, flutters, and stings—
what might they bring?

Nightmares built from midnight fright—
or twinkling diamonds of the night.

Darkness ever-present–and the light.

-Merril D Smith

Red Madonna – KR24

She would not harm a spider
nor insect, nor animal.
She cherishes our sky and our water.
From her deep red heart
she wants it understood
she loves you,
her brethren and sisterhood.

23,Ja,2021 for the twenty-fourth of.
-Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Paul Brookes and the painter Kiroji Roige.

Red Madonna

She swoops in on the back of a moth–
blue cecropia powered by a scarlet
spider. Red pansy hair radiates
a trinity of sacred spaces: east
and west rose windows for Madonna.
Transformative light from diamonds, not
candles that would cause a moth to seek,
then fall in flames. Rise above the bull.

-Holly York

Bios And Links

-Kerfe Roig

A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new.  Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/  (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/

-Christine O’Connor

is an artist working in glass, metal, fibre and paint. Sometimes her work is based on photographs, but more often, she creates in the moment. She loves to play with texture and colour.

-Marcel Herms

is a Dutch visual artist. He is also one of the two men behind the publishing house Petrichor. Freedom is very important in the visual work of Marcel Herms. In his paintings he can express who he really is in complete freedom. Without the social barriers of everyday life.
There is a strong relationship with music. Like music, Herms’ art is about autonomy, freedom, passion, color and rhythm. You can hear the rhythm of the colors, the rhythm of the brushstrokes, the raging cry of the pencil, the subtle melody of a collage. The figures in his paintings rotate around you in shock, they are heavily abstracted, making it unclear what they are doing. Sometimes they look like people, monsters, children or animals, or something in between. Sometimes they disappear to be replaced immediately or to take on a different guise. The paintings invite the viewer to join this journey. Free-spirited.

He collaborates with many different authors, poets, visual artists and audio artists from around the world and his work is published by many different publishers.

www.marcelherms.nl

www.uitgeverijpetrichor.nl

=Redcat

RedCat’s love for music and dance sings clearly in The Poet’s Symphony (Raw Earth Ink, 2020). Passion for rhythms and rhymes, syllabic feets and metres. All born out of childhood and adolescence spent reading, singing, dancing and acting.

Her writing spans love, life, mythology, environment, depression and surviving trauma.

Originally from the deep woods, this fiery redhead now makes home in Stockholm, Sweden, where you might normally run into her dancing the night away in one of the city’s techno clubs.

Read more at redcat.wordpress.com

-Merril D Smith

is a historian and poet. She lives in southern New Jersey, where she is inspired by her walks along the Delaware River. She’s the author of several books on history, gender, and sexuality. Her poetry has been published in journals and anthologies, including Black Bough Poetry, Nightingale and Sparrow, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Fevers of the Mind.

-Godefroy Dronsart

is a writer, teacher, and musician currently residing near Paris. His poetry has appeared in Lunar Poetry, PostBLANK, Paris Lit Up, The Belleville Park Pages, and Twin Pies Literary among others. His first chapbook, “The Manual” (Sweat Drenched Press, 2020), explores the space between poetry, prose, and gamebooks. He has a sweet tooth for all things experimental, modernist, and strange. Follow him on Twitter and his Bandcamp for electronic explorations.

-Joy Fleming

Born in County Down, Joy has studied, mothered and worked in Scotland since 1980. Brief excursions to follow her heart, back to NI mid-1990’s and England for first round Covid-lockdown ’19, Joy is currently back living in Glasgow. Joy’s first poem was accepted as part of the C. S. Lewis themed Poetry Jukebox curation A Deeper Country in Belfast in 2019. This poem, Ricochet was published in The Poets’ Republic Issue 8 Autumn 2020. A love of reading poetry is now accompanied by sporadic writing of poetic lines which spill out as an apparent by-product of processing dark and sorrowful days.   

-Holly York

lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her two large, frightening lapdogs. A PhD in French language and literature, she has retired from teaching French to university students, as well as from fierce competition in martial arts and distance running. She has produced the chapbooks Backwards Through the Rekroy Wen, Scapes, and Postcard Poetry 2020. When she isn’t hard at work writing poems in English, she might be found reading them in French to her long-suffering grandchildren, who don’t yet speak French.

-Alan Gary Smith

A Lincolnshire Ludensian living in Grimsby who built up his poetic stance after visiting Doncaster and Mexborough during his real ale and comedic music searches. Surprised to find a recent DNA check leaned heavily towards being a strong mix of Scottish, East Yorkshire and Lincolnshire. A sixty year old baldy who loves Julie, astronomy and chocolate; after giving up on football and telly.

-Hilary Otto

is an English poet based in Barcelona. Her work has featured in Popshot, Black Bough Poetry, AIOTB, Ink, Sweat and Tears, and The Blue Nib, among other publications. She received her first Pushcart Prize Nomination and performed at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival. She tweets at @hilaryotto

-Jim young

 is an old poet living in Mumbles on The Gower. He does most of his writing from his beach hut at Rotherslade – still waiting for the blue plaque

Anjum Wasim Dar was born in Srinagar (Indian Occupied )Kashmir, She is a migrant Pakistani.Educated at
St Anne’s Presentation Convent Rawalpindi she has a Masters degree  in English Literature and  History (
Ancient Indo-Pak  Elective) CPE Cert.of Proficiency in English from Cambridge
UK. , a Diploma in TEFL from AIOU Open Uni. Islamabad Pakistan. She has been writing poems,

 articles and stories since 1980.A published  poet Anjum was awarded  Poet of Merit Bronze Medal in  2000 by ISP International Society of Poets and poetry.com USA .

She has worked as Creative Writer at Channel 7 Adv. Company Islamabad, and as a Teacher Educator for  Fauji Foundation Education Network Inservice Teachers  

Educational Consultant by Profession. 

Author of 3 Adventure Novels (Series) Fiction..

Owl Moon Mystique – Ekphrestic Challenge, January 23

RedCat's avatarThe world according to RedCat

Kerfe Roig – Owl Moon


First gentle breeze of the year
Sweetly stroking my cheek
Whispering your faith and encouragement in my ear
Strong beacon of trust when mine grow weak

The brilliant sun melting all fears
As hearing your safe voice speak
Like your steadfast presence near
Hope souls curiosity peak

Pale Selene shines shadows clear
Illuminating connection both seek
Warm care battered hearts elixir
Singing owl moon mystique

©RedCat


This ekphrastic challenge is more challenging than either GloPoWriMo or December’s Advent Calendar was. It is also changing how I write and work while writing. Which has produced some poems I’m proud of like Moonsea, Fall Maiden and State of Depression.


To see all art and read all poems for today go to The Wombwell Rainbow.
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Day Seventeen: January Ekphrastic Challenge

merrildsmith's avatarYesterday and today: Merril's historical musings

For Day Seventeen of Paul Brookes’ Special January Ekphrastic Challenge, I’m responding to one painting. Anyone who knows me, could probably predict I would respond to Kerfe Roig’s “Owl Moon.”

Owl Moon

Full and bright, the night alight
with skittering scatters and chitter-chat
of sated rat. The vixen barks to her mate,
and beneath the walls, creatures slither and crawl,
while mice and voles in the shadows hide
as feathered wings outstretched glide–and bide.

And shall I call it owl moon?
A moment in time, perhaps not real—
Imagined flights, unseen sights, but
the planets spin, the stars glow and go
about what they do, and the owl does, too,
with a hoot to the world, he dives,
survives—though it’s fate—not feud,
the hunters and the pursued.

All the questions, unanswered, still are asked—
the moments gone, past to future and to past–

but listen–
the…

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Louise Gluck: I have survived my life

The High Window Review's avatarThe High Window

Following the award of the 2020 Nobel Prize for Literature to the American poet, Louise Gluck,Belinda Cooke explores her early work which is conveniently gathered together in Carcanet’s  The First Five Books (1997).

*****

Louise Glück (b. April 22, 1943) is an American poet and essayist. She won the 2020 Nobel Prize in Literature, whose judges praised ‘her unmistakable poetic voice that with austere beauty makes individual existence universal’. Her other awards include the Pulitzer Prize, National Humanities Medal, National Book Award, National Book Critics Circle Award, and Bollingen Prize. From 2003 to 2004, she was Poet Laureate of the United States.

Glück was born in New York City and raised on Long Island. She began to suffer from anorexia nervosa while in high school and later overcame the illness. She attended Sarah Lawrence College and Columbia University but did not obtain a degree. In addition to being an…

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Drop in by Darren J. Beaney

Nigel Kent's avatarNigel Kent - Poet and Reviewer

Today I welcome Darren Beaney, one of the hosts of Flight of the Dragonfly, to talk about a poem from his debut collection.

Hi Nigel, Happy New Year to you and thank you very much for asking me to talk about one of my poems from Honey dew (Hedgehog Poetry Press, 2020)

Honey dew is a collection of 21 love poems, with the focus being on my wife Jo and our relationship. I have tried hard to write a series of poems that are not too schmaltzy or soppy, instead trying to express my feelings in my own way and in my style of writing. Most of the poems in the pamphlet were assignments for my MA in Creative Writing, including the one I have chosen to discuss – Surfin’ girl.

Surfin’ girl was one of the first poems that I wrote for the MA. I was taking a module…

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Moonsea – Ekphrastic Challenge January 22

RedCat's avatarThe world according to RedCat

Kerfe Roig – Moonsea


Moon of dreams and craters
Rock of sunbeams and daters

Moon of rock and tide
Shadow of moonwalk and fireside

Moon of shadow and peaks
Valleys of libido and mystique’s

Moon of valleys and seas
Dust of beauties and ecstasies

Moon of dust and reflection
Promise of lust and seduction

Moon of the Goddess
Dreams and promise

©RedCat


Both the weft and warp of this poem are mine. The inspiration I owe thanks to the artist, a friendly word and a caring heart and of course the Moon herself.

For all art and poetry for today visit The Wombwell Rainbow.


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Day Seventeen. Special January Ekphrastic Challenge Jan 7th to February 6th. Please join writers Merril D Smith, Jim The Poet, Holly York, Ailsa Crawley, Michael Dickel, Joy Fleming, Leela Soma, Hilary Otto, Godefroy Dronsart, Alan Gary Smith, Redcat, and myself as we respond to the remarkable art of Chris O’Connor, Marcel Herms and Kerfe Roig and others to arrive in the coming weeks. Saturday.

January 23rd

bookpage02, mixed media on paper, 17 x 25 cm, 2021 MH23

-Marcel Herms “Die Zellenturen sind luftdicht”

owl moon KR23

-Kerfe Roig “Owl Moon”

CO23

-Christine O’Connor

Owl Moon Mystique

First gentle breeze of the year
Sweetly stroking my cheek
Whispering your faith and encouragement in my ear
Strong beacon of trust when mine grow weak

The brilliant sun melting all fears
As hearing your safe voice speak
Like your steadfast presence near
Hope souls curiosity peak

Pale Selene shines shadows clear
Illuminating connection both seek
Warm care battered hearts elixir
Singing owl moon mystique

-©RedCat

Responding to KR Owl Moon

Owl Moon

Full and bright, the night alight
with skittering scatters and chitter-chat
of sated rat. The vixen barks to her mate,
and beneath the walls, creatures slither and crawl,
while mice and voles in the shadows hide
as feathered wings outstretched glide–and bide.

And shall I call it owl moon?
A moment in time, perhaps not real—
Imagined flights, unseen sights, but
the planets spin, the stars glow and go
about what they do, and the owl does, too,
with a hoot to the world, he dives,
survives—though it’s fate—not feud,
the hunters and the pursued.

All the questions, unanswered, still are asked—
the moments gone, past to future and to past–

but listen–
the fade of argent song, the hummed goodnight,
as trills and twitters awaken dawn’s light.

-Merril D Smith

MH23

Aux Barricades!

They built gallows, crashed through police lines,
smashed glass. Someone was beaten to death.
Life was crushed out of someone else.
Shattering, scattering everywhere.
He had been in the thick of political riots

all over the world, some against the Right,
some against the Left, some against the tax
on gas. He never thought he would
find himself in such a thing at home,
the seat of democracy defiled.

A woman walked away wiping her eyes
on a piano-print scarf, “I was MACED!” she cried.
“I didn’t even get inside.“ Why did you want
to go inside the Capitol? “Because it’s a REVOLUTION! “
she sobbed, collapsing on her companion’s shoulder.

What surprised me most were the grandmothers
said the journalist, standing off to the side
with their children and grandchildren,
looking like they were saying yes, this is what
I want, yes. The grandmothers.

-Holly York

Owl MoonKR23

Stop the car. I saw something white.
Was it a flash of light ?
Certainly bright.

It seemed to go up to that tree
and yet the Moon was behind me.
I’ll get out and see.
“Owl”.

22,Ja,2021 for the twenty-third of.
-Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Paul Brookes and the painter Kiroji Roige.

Bios And Links

-Kerfe Roig

A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new.  Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/  (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/

-Christine O’Connor

is an artist working in glass, metal, fibre and paint. Sometimes her work is based on photographs, but more often, she creates in the moment. She loves to play with texture and colour.

-Marcel Herms

is a Dutch visual artist. He is also one of the two men behind the publishing house Petrichor. Freedom is very important in the visual work of Marcel Herms. In his paintings he can express who he really is in complete freedom. Without the social barriers of everyday life.
There is a strong relationship with music. Like music, Herms’ art is about autonomy, freedom, passion, color and rhythm. You can hear the rhythm of the colors, the rhythm of the brushstrokes, the raging cry of the pencil, the subtle melody of a collage. The figures in his paintings rotate around you in shock, they are heavily abstracted, making it unclear what they are doing. Sometimes they look like people, monsters, children or animals, or something in between. Sometimes they disappear to be replaced immediately or to take on a different guise. The paintings invite the viewer to join this journey. Free-spirited.

He collaborates with many different authors, poets, visual artists and audio artists from around the world and his work is published by many different publishers.

www.marcelherms.nl

www.uitgeverijpetrichor.nl

=Redcat

RedCat’s love for music and dance sings clearly in The Poet’s Symphony (Raw Earth Ink, 2020). Passion for rhythms and rhymes, syllabic feets and metres. All born out of childhood and adolescence spent reading, singing, dancing and acting.

Her writing spans love, life, mythology, environment, depression and surviving trauma.

Originally from the deep woods, this fiery redhead now makes home in Stockholm, Sweden, where you might normally run into her dancing the night away in one of the city’s techno clubs.

Read more at redcat.wordpress.com

-Merril D Smith

is a historian and poet. She lives in southern New Jersey, where she is inspired by her walks along the Delaware River. She’s the author of several books on history, gender, and sexuality. Her poetry has been published in journals and anthologies, including Black Bough Poetry, Nightingale and Sparrow, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Fevers of the Mind.

-Godefroy Dronsart

is a writer, teacher, and musician currently residing near Paris. His poetry has appeared in Lunar Poetry, PostBLANK, Paris Lit Up, The Belleville Park Pages, and Twin Pies Literary among others. His first chapbook, “The Manual” (Sweat Drenched Press, 2020), explores the space between poetry, prose, and gamebooks. He has a sweet tooth for all things experimental, modernist, and strange. Follow him on Twitter and his Bandcamp for electronic explorations.

-Joy Fleming

Born in County Down, Joy has studied, mothered and worked in Scotland since 1980. Brief excursions to follow her heart, back to NI mid-1990’s and England for first round Covid-lockdown ’19, Joy is currently back living in Glasgow. Joy’s first poem was accepted as part of the C. S. Lewis themed Poetry Jukebox curation A Deeper Country in Belfast in 2019. This poem, Ricochet was published in The Poets’ Republic Issue 8 Autumn 2020. A love of reading poetry is now accompanied by sporadic writing of poetic lines which spill out as an apparent by-product of processing dark and sorrowful days.   

-Holly York

lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her two large, frightening lapdogs. A PhD in French language and literature, she has retired from teaching French to university students, as well as from fierce competition in martial arts and distance running. She has produced the chapbooks Backwards Through the Rekroy Wen, Scapes, and Postcard Poetry 2020. When she isn’t hard at work writing poems in English, she might be found reading them in French to her long-suffering grandchildren, who don’t yet speak French.

-Alan Gary Smith

A Lincolnshire Ludensian living in Grimsby who built up his poetic stance after visiting Doncaster and Mexborough during his real ale and comedic music searches. Surprised to find a recent DNA check leaned heavily towards being a strong mix of Scottish, East Yorkshire and Lincolnshire. A sixty year old baldy who loves Julie, astronomy and chocolate; after giving up on football and telly.

-Hilary Otto

is an English poet based in Barcelona. Her work has featured in Popshot, Black Bough Poetry, AIOTB, Ink, Sweat and Tears, and The Blue Nib, among other publications. She received her first Pushcart Prize Nomination and performed at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival. She tweets at @hilaryotto

-Jim young

 is an old poet living in Mumbles on The Gower. He does most of his writing from his beach hut at Rotherslade – still waiting for the blue plaque

Anjum Wasim Dar was born in Srinagar (Indian Occupied )Kashmir, She is a migrant Pakistani.Educated at
St Anne’s Presentation Convent Rawalpindi she has a Masters degree  in English Literature and  History (
Ancient Indo-Pak  Elective) CPE Cert.of Proficiency in English from Cambridge
UK. , a Diploma in TEFL from AIOU Open Uni. Islamabad Pakistan. She has been writing poems,

 articles and stories since 1980.A published  poet Anjum was awarded  Poet of Merit Bronze Medal in  2000 by ISP International Society of Poets and poetry.com USA .

She has worked as Creative Writer at Channel 7 Adv. Company Islamabad, and as a Teacher Educator for  Fauji Foundation Education Network Inservice Teachers  

Educational Consultant by Profession. 

Author of 3 Adventure Novels (Series) Fiction..

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Don Beukes

Don Afrika-Beukes Chronicles's avatarDon Afrika-Beukes Chronicles

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews I am honoured and privileged that the following writers local, national and international have agreed to be interviewed by me. I gave the writers two options: an emailed list of questions or a more fluid interview via messenger. The usual ground is covered about motivation, daily routines and work ethic, but some […]

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Don Beukes

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Day Sixteen January Ekphrastic Challenge

merrildsmith's avatarYesterday and today: Merril's historical musings

Day Sixteen of Paul Brookes’ Special January Ekphrastic Challenge, I’ve responded to the two works below.

An Astronaut Speaks from the Moon

Was there once color in your dust and shadows,
did a sea of turquoise and cobalt dance in ripples
to shimmer, prismed, like stained glass, vibrant-hued
in the light of stars, and sun, and Earth—

I saw it rising
blue above your horizon, the color of dreams,
of sky and sea, but here–
here, it is the color of awe
and yearning. It is the color of home.

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Today is #CelebrationOfLifeDay artwork and writing challenge. Do you have an artwork about your children or grandchildren? Have you written unpublished/published poems about them. Please DM me or message my WordPress blog.

Lion 2

-Nevvaeh Ashcroft (one of Paul Brookes granddaughters)

The Calm

You want to be with Grandad?

my wife says as granddaughter exits her arms
and nestles in the pillow of my chest,
coddled in my arms
that do not let her fall
from my lap,
sobs, her little heart beats
ratatattat on my chest.
My daughter, her mother says,

She knows where calmness is.

-Paul Brookes

A GRANDMOTHER’S SORROW

Locked up in the attic three empty cribs rot as they rock,
Ruffled cot blankets with frayed edges curled up in sorrow
No innocent babies chewing at monogrammed corners……

A teddy bear, stuffing escaping, slumps down in a corner
Exhausted from waiting, his once golden fur bald with age,
Hoping soft fingers will hold him just once more with love

A Hornby train rests at the station, awaiting assignments,
Freight wagons coupled, the station clock stopped at eleven
Passengers idling on benches immersed in a time -warp…

“Cuckoo, peek-a-boo” shouts the undaunted cuckoo each hour,
“Cuckoo, come on, little ones, time to get up now and play!”
His entreaties are met with an ominous, deafening silence
And the cradles keep rocking and rotting away in despair.

Unfinished knitting lies strewn on the old nursery table,
Pink and blue jumpers, white bootees and cute little hats,
Crafted in faith by a grandmother eager for child-care
But cast aside tear-stained, following years of false hope……..

Her face bears a smile though her heart is weighed down with despair
Inner guilt screams that she should have done more ….. but too late!
The cradles keep rocking and rotting away in their grief.

©️ Margaret Royall

THE EMPTY NESTa triolet

Oh, how I long for just one day
Of loving time with family!
Alas, they now live far away
Oh, how I long for just one day
A chance to laugh and chat and play
And let our inner child break free
Oh, how I long for just one day
Of loving time with family!

It’s not their fault, their lives are stressed
They’ve little time to think of me
For them I always do my best
It’s not their fault, their lives are stressed
They’ve grown, matured and flown the nest
My challenges they do not see
It’s not their fault, their lives are stressed
They’ve little time to think of me

And yet, I know they love me still
I’ll love them till eternity
Their heartfelt hugs warm up my chill
And yes, I know they love me still
To chat with them is such a thrill
But when they call do they hear ME?
And yes, I know they love me still
I’ll love them till eternity

©️Margaret Royall

Give Birth Every Day

I’ve seen the childless
Mother their friends,
A granddaughter,
Mother her grandma.
There are black mommies
Who mother white children, and vice-versa.

And, sometimes, moms for many reasons
Can’t seem
To mother their own.
It’s true some women’s wombs grow
Babies, but all women’s
Tender-acts grow souls.
-ST

Anjum

Art work WELCOME HOME by my grand children Sana Fatima Mir Rayyan Sara Fatima and Mir Abdullah

Family Love the Natural Bond

My four grand children aged between 11 and 5, quietly took up paper and color pencils and while we waited for the landing of the plane coming in from Europe via the Middle East they put up their way of showing their love for ‘Maamu’ -(Mama’s brother is known as Maamu’). All the kids were fast asleep when ‘Maamu came home in the early hours, but the “Welcome” poster was lovingly posted on the door of his room. Family love is always the strongest natural bond .

-Anjum Wasim Dar, Rawalpindi City Pakistan 2013