Our Family

It’s not the vacations or the gifts.
It’s not the public eye or the carefully planned outings.
It’s not the fancy dinners or the professional photos taken.

No, it’s watching TV series in pajamas,
It’s the giggles from the tickle fights.
It’s the slumber party every night,
It’s the look of devotion caught in a moment of panic.

It’s the secrets we keep,
It’s the tears we wipe.
It’s the packed we have…
the one we never actually made.

It’s the love that’s felt more than said,
It’s the daily routine that’s our comfort.
It’s the prayers while holding hands,
In good times and even more in hardships.

It’s the home after the chaos.
It’s the rhythm of the house when everyone’s finally asleep.

It’s yours
It’s mine
It’s ours
It’s everything.

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Natasha Alexander

Writer, always Wife and Mother first. Perfect is overrated, I am flawed and yet loved. Now that I don’t chase perfection, I can chase my dreams. I have completed a "Write a Novel" course in 2015 through S.A. Writers’ College and passed with a distinction. I also completed the Copy-Editing and Proof-reading course through them in March 2016. My first Manuscript of 60 000 words has been written and currently seeking a publisher. I have been writing poetry since I was 14 and the reason/inspiration behind all my writing is a stand against women abuse. It is a cause that I hold close to heart. Something that started as an outlet for feelings too ghastly to speak about has turned into my passion.

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