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Hello. My name is Stephanie, and I love writing. I have always enjoyed the sweet escape of my imagination. The worlds that I created in my mind were softer, warmer, and much more favourable than reality. I know that everyone deserves a safe place filled with opportunities and possibilities, regardless of age or location. So here you are, a selection of stories and poems, written by me.
Hello. My name is Stephanie, and I love writing. I have always enjoyed the sweet escape of my imagination. The worlds that I created in my mind were softer, warmer, and much more favourable than reality. I know that everyone deserves a safe place filled with opportunities and possibilities, regardless of age or location. So here you are, a selection of stories and poems, written by me.
I hope that you or someone you know benefits in some way from my creative outlet.
I know I have.
The Girl and The Cat
The Girl and The Cat
'The Girl and The Cat'
(I wrote this a few months ago, and my niece and nephew loved it!)
On a cold winter's day,
a little girl sat,
With a small fluffy kitten,
asleep on her lap.
But all of a sudden,
with no warning at all!
She jumped to her feet,
standing all three feet tall!
Startled and sleepy,
the cat was confused,
so he stayed where he was.
No, he could not be moved!
Holding on tight,
(While she called to her mum).
The silly cat clung,
And he hung,
and he swung!
Then his sharp little claws,
poked right through her tights!
She let out a shriek,
and he fell with a fright.
So he scrambled away,
without grace or style,
his little paws sliding,
across the floor tiles.
Taking shelter he scampered,
to the back of the desk.
While mum and the girl,
Checked her tights and her dress.
Mum patched the scratch,
On the leg Of the girl.
And said with a smile,
"Can you give me a twirl?"
While the cat slowly ventured,
from where he had hid,
The little girl crouched,
as she usually did.
He crept slowly towards her,
While hanging his head.
'It's OK Mr. Whiskers, mum fixed my leg'
Gently she reached out,
and stroked his soft fur.
He snuggled and snuffled,
with a 'meow' and a purr.
"I promise I won't jump up any more!"
The little girl smiled,
as she sat down on the floor.
He stopped for a moment,
as she patted her knee,
he jumped onto her lap,
and didn't move until tea.
The Magic Tree
The Magic Tree
(Inspired by Tollymore Forest Park).
There once was a forest,
Made only of good things.
It always felt welcoming,
A dream in a dream.
And in this sweet forest,
There stood a very tall tree.
Within it a secret,
So special, you see...
This tree was magical.
It was a house and a home,
For a special family,
Of fairies and gnomes.
Each morning they wake up,
And peek through the bark.
To awaken the flowers,
And banish the dark.
They cast spells of joy!
And they dance around flowers!
They teach birds to sing!
And they splash in spring showers!
They tend to their tree house,
Baking cookies and buns!
They clean and they tidy,
But they make it look fun!
At night time they whisper,
So the sun goes to bed.
Then they welcome the stars,
And they lay down their heads.
Izzy's Lullaby
Izzy's Lullaby
Izzy's Lullaby
(Written for my daughter, who makes me smile every day).
Brightly brightly
Light as day
The sun is shining
In her own way.
Softly softly
Tip and toe
The sea is lapping
A sparkling show.
Quietly quietly
Whisper and hush
The wind is blowing
Through hedge and brush.
Glowing glowing
Sparkle and gleam
The stars are twinkling
While you and I dream.
Sleeping sleeping
Safe and sound
We rest our heads
Until morning is found.
Old Mister Farty Pants
Old Mister Farty Pants
Old Mister Farty Pants was written for my nephew... who requested a poem about farts.
Old Mister Farty Pants
Lived all alone.
But he really wanted
Some love of his own.
All of the girls he met
Said, "No, no, no!
Old Mister Farty Pants
Sounds like a trombone!"
He tried, and he tried, but
He just could not find,
Someone to be with him,
Despite his behind!
Then one day while farting,
As he walked down the street,
A lady walked past,
and her butt said, "Beep, beep!"
He looked back towards her,
She turned, face all bright!
And their butts both agreed,
It was love at first sight!
Eulogy
Eulogy
I wrote this for a friend who had recently lost a loved one.
It's called, 'Eulogy'.
Do not fear grief or sadness.
Embrace them as old friends.
These gifts are only given,
to those who are alive, loving,
and loved in return.
Do not suppress your pain.
And do not rush it.
Journey with it, for as long as it wishes to stay.
Feel it all, in every way.
Take comfort from your grief,
it is the transformation of love.
Think of them often,
speak of them daily,
love them as always,
they live on through you.
Joy
Joy
I wrote this poem for my Nana, who passed away in May 2022. It hit me harder than I ever expected, maybe because she was my last grandparent alive.
Anyway. It's called, 'Joy' (Because that was her name, although not always her nature!)
Fear not the wind, or water high, if you have Joy.
Proclaim your self as who you are, if you have Joy.
Speak freely and be full of life if you have Joy.
Dance and sing, while wearing her things, if you have Joy.
Awake to the sun and sound of waves, if you have Joy.
Laughter distinct, and hug and drink, if you have Joy.
Sled in snow or get sand between your toes, if you have Joy.
Eat soda bread with marmalade, if you have Joy.
Dance with all your might on bonfire night, if you have Joy.
Sunbathe all day while the children all play, if you have Joy.
Eat Lucky Bag sweets, as she watches The Street, if you have Joy.
Plant tulips in grass, to line the garden path, if you have Joy.
Eat butter like cheese, and play Neil Sedaka please, when you have Joy.
Whiskey each night, and 40 Silk Cut Light.
Call her the queen and watch as she beams.
With a smile every day,
When the radio plays,
and you have Joy.
Mr. Hippo
Mr. Hippo
My dear friend Mr Hippo,
Was always so slow and stop!
He moved like a sloth on holiday,
It took him 2 days to walk to the shop!
Behind him Miss Monkey looked angry,
As she tutted, while tapping her feet.
So she jumped up high to a tree branch,
And swang herself over the street.
Mrs. Bongo’s children were naughty,
Causing chaos, regardless of Mum.
They laughed as they ran towards Hippo,
And head-butted him right on his bum!
Old Lord Zebra appeared out of nowhere.
And while he trotted, he shouted ‘Hello!’
Tipping his top hat to Hippo,
Who admired his get up and go.
Mr Hippo stepped into the shop,
As a ringing chimed from his phone.
It was me who was calling to tell him,
He had left all his money at home!
To Sleep
To Sleep
Look at the sky.
The clouds floating by.
The stars, shining bright.
The cool, dark night.
And close your eyes.
Hearing the cars,
Driving home from afar.
The birds that caw,
The wind through the walls,
And close your eyes.
Feel your muscles unwind,
Your calm, quiet mind.
The warmth of your breath,
Knowing you did your best,
And close your eyes
Think of every good thing,
Choose all your dreams.
You're wrapped up tight,
The moon shining bright,
And close your eyes.
Just One Chapter
Just One Chapter
When it’s quite late at night,
And I can’t get to sleep,
Even though Mum made me promise,
That I won’t make a peep.
I sneak out of my room,
And across the dark landing,
But a squeaky floor board.
Gives away what I’m planning.
"You have a busy day tomorrow!"
The grown-ups shout,
"I'll not tell you again."
"Don’t make me count!"
I run back to my room!
Jumping under the blanket
I giggle and snuggle,
Still trying to be quiet.
Mum comes upstairs,
So I close my eyes tight,
She peeks into my room,
Wishing me a good night.
"But Mum, I can't sleep!
I'm too wide awake.
My tummy has butterflies,
Dancing on roller skates!"
Mum nods her head,
As she turns to the hall.
My little brother sneaks in,
"I can't sleep at all!"
Mum hides a smile.
As she lifts him to cuddle,
"Well, little rascals,
This is quite a muddle!"
What you two need,
Is to be good little boys.
To rest until morning,
Then, you can play with your toys!
“OK Mum, but first
There's something I need.
It will help me relax,
And get over to sleep…
Another soft blanket.
And some fairy lights.
A biscuit or two,
And a quick pillow fight!”
"And fluffy pyjamas.
And my green dinosaur!
A glass of warm milk,
And a fort on the floor"
Mum wasn’t surprised
As she shook her head.
“So that’s all you need?
Then you’ll stay in bed?”
My brother laughed loudly,
As he hugged her tight.
"Will you read us the story
About Plop in the night?”
So she thought for a minute,
Before sitting down.
She tapped on her chin,
As I gave my best frown.
“I’ll get you some milk,
And your green dinosaur,
But no biscuits, or pillow fights,
And no fort on the floor!”
I looked at my brother,
Who looked back at me.
And we both said together,
“What about the story?!”
She sighed as she stood,
And with a tilt of her head,
“Ok, just one chapter
And then you’re in bed!”
So we snuggled together,
With our milk and soft toys.
And after two chapters,
We were both happy boys!
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