Author: Mez
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Standing there under warm lights, Violin raised and bow drawn, I found you in that sea of faces At sweet, innocent, fifteen. I’d never seen you through that lens And perhaps never will again; A thrill not equalled on that stage- Proud moment standing still. As I played, you did not know The ballad became…
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What a busy start to the school year- I had already returned to work the week prior to when my son returned. My daughter has been super clingy and my son has been struggling to fall asleep till late- so much in his mind. I have had a tendency to brush off their neediness, so…
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As the Christmas lights dim and carolling ceases, Children’s toys litter the floor in pieces – My reflective mood comes to the surface again; Time to stop and pick up the pen! I’m too old to believe in fairytale life, As I read of bushfires and growing strife, Yet there’s something that gives me hope…
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It has been about a month since I posted about The Cat Cafe in Melbourne. As promised, very late in the piece, here are some pictures!
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When I was just a few years old, I had something big weighing on my mind. I was feeling extremely guilty – not for something I had done as a once-off, but for a repeated offence. What was worse, Tommy seemed to be affected in the long-term from what I had done only a handful…
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My son and I had a long-awaited visit to Melbourne’s only Cat Cafe on Saturday. It is situated in Guildford lane, only a few minutes walk from Melbourne Central Station. We travelled to Flinders Street station, catching a 59 (Airport West) tram from Elizabeth Street up to Melbourne Central. We could have taken a train…
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Several years ago I planned to go the Cat Cafe in Guildford Lane, Melbourne, but never got around to it. Knowing that my son had to be old enough to go, I have waited till then, and also wanted to make sure he would enjoy going as much as I would. We love our little…
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She packed away the baby things, And with that, her hope took flight- Not many knew the grief she had carried – The desperation and the fight. Not only were the final years slipping away, But it seemed that the possibility was none; Her dream of having a little girl Left as quickly as it…
