Prose for Thought – Another World

Welcome to this week’s Prose for Thought. Firstly, I have to say a truly massive thank you to everyone who was so supportive to me last week. I got lots of lovely messages – both on my blog and in private and I am truly grateful.

I am pleased to say that my ‘wobbly moment’ brought me and Ross closer than ever. He was understanding and supportive of me and my feelings so I am also very grateful to him as well as all of you. I am feeling much more like my old self this week (bar the shoulder!) and far more positive.

On Tuesday I wrote about my visit to the Save the Children Headquarters for their blogger conference nearly two weeks ago. What I heard there really put Grace’s life into perspective for me, and just how lucky she is living in this country with warmth, safety and food and where her version of a gun has NERF written all over it and shoots sponge bullets. Funnily enough, yesterday evening, just after I wrote the following poem, Grace was playing spies on the landing forming her hands into a pretend gun – I knew then that I had written the right poem this week. There are children in Syria living in conflict every day. Please go and visit the Save Syria’s Children Page. If you donate before Sunday 23rd February then the Government will match your donation penny for penny.

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In another world this would be fun
And there would be no fear
The bullets would be made of sponge
As my target got ever near

In another world I could be a child
This would be a state of play
And my Dad, he would join in
I’d feel safe every day

In another world I wouldn’t know
The meaning of going without
I’d be warm lying in my bed
There would be no drought

In another world I could be a child
Instead of getting old before my time
My Mum would ask how my day had been
And I would reply to her ‘oh, it was fine’

In another world I would see
No pain and no suffering
I could live without a care
My heart would truly sing

I’m in my world, it’s what I know
Theirs shouldn’t be this way
So please remember the other world
When you watch your children play

Victoria Welton 19th February 2014

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  1. February 21, 2014 / 3:08 pm

    What a poignant poem, it really struck a chord with me. I’ve linked up with something that’s very much a first world problem: my tumble dryer has blown up on me 🙂 Thanks as always for hosting x
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  2. February 20, 2014 / 4:35 pm

    Good to see you at the Save the Children UK event. Something you said struck a real chord with me on the day.
    Points very well made in your poem.
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  3. February 20, 2014 / 3:48 pm

    Darling Vic – I’m so pleased you are feeling a little less wobbly, and your poem is just such a testament to counting our blessings.
    I’m a little excited as I have just posted my first post on my non-anonymous new blog for my creative writing!! And what better way to launch than to link up to Prose for Thought. I hope you like it. thank you as always for hosting this honey xxx
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  4. February 20, 2014 / 2:05 pm

    Great poem Vic, to remind us we all don’t have it so easy. It’s easy to take for granted the good things we have in life, when others are suffering out there. If I could save every child, donate to every charity and protect all animals I would in a heart beat. If only the Genie in a bottle was real!
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  5. Maddy@writingbubble
    February 20, 2014 / 12:20 pm

    A very thought-provoking piece. It’s easy to take our sheltered lives in this country for granted when in fact we, and our children, are very very lucky. xx
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  6. Rosie C
    February 20, 2014 / 10:35 am

    This is so beautiful Victoria and brought tears to my eyes. Having met lots of Syrian refugee children I can tell you how true it is, far too many have become old before their time.

    Thank you so much for highlighting this and asking people to support us.


  7. February 20, 2014 / 8:48 am

    When I hear about what some children have to face each day it makes me weep. Society should be measured against how it treats it’s children I think, then perhaps people might stop and think.
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  8. Stephanie
    February 20, 2014 / 8:13 am

    It is so easy to forget just how lucky we are. This has really made me think this morning, thank you.
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