You are allowed to be the most important person in your life.
Yes, yes you are,
You can still love your children,
Your husband, your wife.
But if you don’t put your own well being first,
You won’t be there for them,
You won’t be as present as you should.
Treat yourself kindly and then that will spread,
Think positive thoughts as soon as you wake up in bed.
Stop judging others and comparing to them,
Recognise your achievements and feel gratitude again.
Discipline yourself to be your fabulous best friend,
Let failures be lessons
Not catastrophes to defend.
Meditate more often, giving thanks
Breathe and smile.
Your creation was your first win
Now go and make that worthwhile.

Let’s stay in bed and cuddle
Have a little snooze.
In our little bubble.
Until the hour we choose.

The hum of distant traffic
The patter of the rain.
The cat peering in the window
Thinks we’ve overslept again.

Then you say “Cup of tea?”
Music to my ears.
I stretch a bit and rub my eyes
And my morning brew appears.

Then we put the world to rights
I let you finish my tea.
We talk about the day ahead
We rarely disagree.

Start every day with gratitude
For all the little things.
All the simple pleasures
Each new daylight brings.

Image from @society6

Take me to a kitchen
Where the coffee is hot
The Rayburn is burning
But the muffins are not.

The dresser is crammed
Cath Kidston galore
Each colour of the rainbow
Polka dots and more.

The dog is asleep
On the rug by the fire.
The doughnuts are ready
To dip in the fryer.

It smells of vanilla
Of sugar and cakes.
The cat’s in the window
Behind vintage drapes.

Grandma is there
Dusted with flour.
Wondering when
The amaryllis will flower.

Grandad is helping
Carving the turkey.
Ready for family
Due at two thirty.

Where in the world
Could you find this much bliss?
Only at home
There is no place like this.

Happy artwork from @jenniferlambein

It’s 5 am, just getting light
You snuggle down in bed.
But there’s no rest for the wicked.
The cat wants to be fed.

He knows your bedroom window
So he sits and wails so loud.
That you finally get up zombie like
To stop this high pitched sound.

You scrape the gourmet serving
Into his favourite bowl.
You put it down, he looks at you
Already in control.

He saunters over casually
Now he’s not so fast.
He sniffs it likes he’s royalty
“What the hell is that?”

He’s not hungry any more
So now he goes back out.
When the real food comes, human dear
Would you give me a shout?

At 7am he’s back again
Wailing at the door.
You let him in, he drops it
The live mouse on the floor.

Then he uses his litter tray
Flicking it all about.
He sharpens his claws on the table leg
Before he goes back out.

In the evening he is back
To warm up by the fire.
He’s had a busy day sleeping in the hedge
Now more rest is required.

At midnight he is off again.
Who knows where he goes?
He wants to come back in again
The second the door is closed.

At 5am he is back
Howling, wailing loudly.
It’s just as well you love him lots,
Unconditionally, profoundly.

The most gorgeous artwork from @fineliagrace