The opening credits roll across a kitchen sink, in black and white, a fifties masterpiece. A nineteen-year-old mother-to-be is pale and oh so young, drying dishes beside her own mother. Her bump isn’t big. But it’s there. The girl inside is anxious to burst into the world. The scene switches to an incubator, a tiny baby waiting to get out, show them that she’s ready for anything. Kim M. Russell, 14th April 2022
On Day 14 we are halfway through NaPoWriMo and writing poems that take the form of the opening scene of the movie of our lives. It could open with a car chase, a musical number or even panning across a verdant plain. We are directors, producers, actors, set designers, cinematographers, etc. I would like to be best girl.
writing in north norfolk 
Lovely and loving.
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Thanks Misky.
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Marilyn! Why did I type Misky? I know who you are! 🙂
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😂😂
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How wonderful to have the image of a ” girl inside is anxious to burst
into the world.” Glad you made it.
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Thank you, Elizabeth!
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Ours look like they belong together. How ironic that they were published in sequence. Is that you and your baby or your mother and you? More likely the latter.. A darling photo.
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It’s me with my mum.
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I thought it must be. Wonderful photo and I enjoyed the poem and didn’t feel it was too dark. It seemed true to me.
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Brilliant, Kim. Love this! 💕🙂
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Cheers Harmony!
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That’s a lovely photo and a lovingly created scene.
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Thanks!
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You are welcome.
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Kim, this piece has all the depths and nuances of a black and white classic. Love it.
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Thanks for dropping by!
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Beautiful and moving–and I love the photo!💜🍃
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Thank you, Romana!
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