
© irene waters 2018

© irene waters 2018
Starting life
As nought but seed
pushing and shoving to see daylight
From the day
the world is entered
growth is what is deemed important
the seedling turns into plant
puppies thank god turn to dogs
kittens too cats become
little humans beome big’uns.
Rings
A symbol of a love that’s grown
and also of the growth already done
some trees have their growth rings inside
Others display them on the outside.
Even humans get these rings
but rather than wearing them proudly as does the tree
creams and lathers are applied
in the hope these rings will hide
Growth rings
Wear them proudly
They are a sign of growth, of age, of life.

© irene waters 2018

© irene waters 2018
In response to weekly photo Challenge – growth
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About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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What a wonderful poem, Irene, and perfect photos to accompany. We do indeed focus too much on youth who waste too much on nonsense – some of them, at least.
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Thank you Sharon. Glad you thought it was okay.
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