If you were not like anyone else then you were the enemy. You would be destroyed . If not physically, then mentally. You were incapable of living your true life as you hoped but lived in constant fear that you would be found out.
About Martha Farley
I am a daycare Technician at the Lester B Pearson School Board and when I am not working I write.
I have had several articles published in the Montreal Gazette as well as the West Island Gazette.
I also received the honor of being one of the writers published in a book that Mark Abley edited featuring many writers from the Pointe Claire area celebration the 100th anniversary of our city.
I have also had several poems published in anthologies.
The Season
I know he’s beside me and his spirit is laughing at all the things I do that don’t make sense to anyone but him and me of course. He knew me so well.
We’re Just An Ordinary Family…..or Are We?
Often I find myself daydreaming about living a different life, the kind of life that wouldn’t include my wicked brothers Francis and Benjamin. Maybe my parents wouldn’t fight so much if they weren’t around. Life would definitely be simpler without them.
What’s Love Got to Do With It?
Love has inspired men and women all over the world to create and to spread their wings where once, perhaps, they would not have had the courage. Love has been sought after by great poets, singers, writers and directors.
Sunflower
…running against a deep blue sky, puffs of white scattered here…
Where Did My Mom Go?
My father didn’t want to place her in a home, he wanted to look after her. I called, though, and talked to the social worker about getting things in motion, against my father’s wishes.
A Little Magic
Taking our toboggans to the hill and putting in some good runs, up and down we would go rosy cheeked and so very happy. Shouting with joy and maybe a bit of fear that your sled would crash but mostly it was about the fun.
Its a Conundrum
“Oh my neck hurts, oh my stomach hurts.” My mother complains, she is not weeping yet there is pain in her voice, in her cry for help. With each cry I try to offer some words that will comfort her. That it seems is all I can do for her.
“Where does it hurt mom? Do you need anything? Can I get you anything?”
“No.” she replies.
Changes
Myself and my two adult children share a house. The arrangement has worked out really well. The cost of living has gone up so much that having being able to share rent is a God send. After my husband died it felt good to be in the place where we had lived.
Bump In The Night
This time it is the younger of the toppings the son! He is calling to ask if he can stay at his friend’s house for the night. No problem I answer him, I know the friend and I also know he is not far from us if there is a problem. I am half a sleep and hear him say “thanks mom” and click he is gone
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