My child never did I asked for!

© Copyright: Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2025
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2025

Sunday,
8th June 2025. England, Great Britain, UK

My child never did I asked for!

I said him:
- "Turn left!"

He had turned to right!

I shouted:

- "Stop! Stay steal!"

He had run!

I said him:

-  "Do not touch it burns!"

He had touched
And he cried after in tears
He burned his own fingers!

He always did
All opposite way
if I order him
or I just asked him^

- "Be a good boy! 
Take my hand!"


I saw:
 
I was not
The authorities value
To Him,
While
I am His Mom:

He had
His own
Independent style
Mind!

I decided not to fight
With my own
Son child.

I used someone else authorities value:
This was a Red Fox Toy on my glove,
As in The The Puppet, The Theatre Marionette.


I had created The Stooge Shade for myself:
The Red Fox Puppet, The Marionette.


The Red Fox had a long nose, and black eyes,
The tall long red tail,
all moving by my fingers and by my palms,
as  a real.


I used to change my timbre voice
To really unpleasant and strange:

I had my hope
My son will return
To listen
His own mother voice!

- Look! A Boy!
Let's give your hand! Right!
And your left!

- " Good! "

- " Boy! Put your gloves here!
And your boots too!
And we will come together!
Where is my umbrella?"

My son looked on a face of Red Fox toy,
He listen my changed voice,
In unpleasant strange voice.

He did everything
Obediently,
Polite,
Calm,
Und Straight!

No any problem!
So a good son always!

But if I had turned the puppet out my hand?

I had the return back
My Independ Mind Child Boy  again!

- " Go to me! We will walk to the street! "

- " No!"
And 
My son had run
Making a squeezing loud noise! "

- " Boy!
Come to me!
We will walk to the street! ", -


If The Red Fox Puppet had said it:

He is here, a straight.

No any noise.
He gave his little palm.

He never run away,
Doing all,
The Puppet Red Fox had said.


He will grow up.
This all like the some.

Just no The Red Fox Puppet
On My palm any more.

He listen just others:

His Friends,
His Girl-friends, -

All them are the
Some Age,
Some length of lives
As their experience.

No one good advice
Of me
May come from his shed
Of His Character
To his mind
And his brain:

- "Mom!
I decided to marry!
I do love this actress!"

- "Look!
She knew, probably, so lot men!
She would not a Virgin Girl now
To be picked by you?!"

- " Does Not Matter for me!
She had fancy just me!
So I have won them all here!
I am a better man, so, for Her!
I so have won them all!"

All Relatives cried.
His Mother was in tears.

But nobody may do anything
With so
A Loved
Independent Mind
Boy
Ever! "

They married.
First children.

Just The War had started.

He came to join
To be a British soldier in battles.

We tried to stop him:

- "Look! Stay here?
How will be
Your children&
Your wife  are here!?"

- "No!
I already have signed
My Army Contract!" 


The Battles.

The Commander order came:

- "Lie down! This is shooting!"

The son had stand up,
Asking:

- "Where?  Like Nothings?"

And
He was down
On the ground surface,
His bleeding limbs in body
From some shooting bullets.

While all others
Were living,
Down on a ground.
An alive
Here.
Listeners of orders of
Their Commander.

His widow wife was just over her 20th.

Later she was not alone
But with someone else,
Making his children
To be a children of a mistress.

And his mother loves him as always.
He again as
He would be her little child
Always.

She remember him.
How he reacted
On That Toy, The Red Fox,
The Doll
And The Puppet.


Why had he had
A loss of his mind
To be not able to notice
That there was another alive human,
His own native
Mother?

To noticed
Her Love to Him?
Her Tenderness?
Her attempts
Of his safety guarding protection?

Why had he trusted
No to his own parents?

Why had he like
The Red Fox Toy
Better
Righter
His own biological mother's
Presence?

A real living woman.
A Human beings?
Not a toy?
Not The Puppet?


Look, the nature!

The Lake.

The Mother-
Duck
And Her Ducklings.

- "Follow by me!
Do like me!
Watch to where
I am going!

- "Quack! Quack!"

All her ducklings
Follow by The Duck-Mother
Always.

No one here is any like
"The Independent Mind Duckling
Baby Child!"
Ever.


As if not to listen
Whom older you,
Having a long life experiences
Advices:

The single alone Baby-Duckling
As a loss
would be
A Fox's food item really soon.

No one love may do a good protection
For you, a foolish loved child,
The Independent Mind Individual,
As The Life Experience.


But may be humans beings
Were
Decedents
From some
Curious Independent Mind ? Baby Child?
So we all have this?

To protect our children
Make the
To survive here for a longer
We need to keep a peace
With all other countries,
As my life experience here.

If
Your foolish little child?
Over-patriotic brainwashed, -

He run in any war battles
As just his young age temper.

He is not able to realise:

He like some toy,
He like to be a Marionette,
He like some The Puppet,  -

In firm hands of some adults,
Wham are
Manipulators.

Some have profits on wars
In their families pockets.

What had a soldier?
His Unnamed Grave
In a far away land
In long soil row?

My Little
Loved
Baby
Duckling Son!
I loved you always!

I do not
Why had you was
So a blind,
So a deaf,
Not able to notice this
Always.

I pray
You are a happy boy somewhere
In that Paradise Field World,
Which Forgive you.

But new study of medium groups
Had said a really terrified hidden
The Truth.

Lots soldiers had not been taken
To any Paradise Land^

As they killed humans,
What is the Great Sin.

- Are here? listen? May you talk?
- Yes, we can.
- Whom are you?
- Am a soldier, from battle of WWII , end.

- Where are you now? Are you in The Paradise?
- No, I am not.

- Why? You had fighter with Hitler Fascists?
- Because I had murdered a lot.

- Jesus said:

- No Be  Judge here,
Not to kill any,
Please,
Forgive!
This is not what you must do here!
While you are here, and an adult!

- Where are you so, The Soldier from WWII time now?

- I am in The Hell.
There are lots like I am.
Our Politicians betrayed all us.


The Ghosts Voices Equipment
May some noises of crackling.


- Please, forgive us, Soldiers!
We are all your dependants!


The equipment switched off.
The summer field, a meadow.
Lots flowers and a green grass.
The Blue sky above us.

The little bird is in the sky,
An Ibis,
A Swift,
A Goldfinch?
Or some another?

The bird is singing the songs,
Making trills.
Making warbles.

May be
Some unnamed graves are here?
Unnamed graves
Of Soldiers?

Whom never returned back
To Their Parent's Home
So after always?

And again, and again
Politicians
And The Richest
Have Wanted More Wars
And some Bloody Battles
For foolish young children.

Do not trust any here!
Duck!
Please!
Let survive here!

Be Happy!
Be Lucky!
And Smile!

Our life just The One Once here!

Please,
Always Remember This!


Sunday,
8th June 2025. England, Great Britain, UK
Инна Бальзина-Бальзин
Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin

My child never did I asked for!,  a poem
© Copyright: Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2025
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2025


"My child never did I asked for!", a poem (08.06.2025)
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http://proza.ru/2025/06/08/1707

© Copyright: Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2025
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Family Meeting Sat 7th June 2025
© Copyright: Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2025
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2025
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Sunday, 8th June 2025. UK

a poem

Family Meeting Saturday 7th June 2025

There was
A so nice day!
I had my guests,
Coming to there!

We shared food
In one local pub!
We shared cakes,
And lots pieces of tortes
At my home,
In a living room after!

We shared a time,
I was looking eyes
Of each all us!
So I am well
And I am smiling!

And this
So lovely short time
Just couple hours were for us!

We all together!
One  Big Family!

My grandchild
Is 6 month old someone!

This was a so Positive!
My Little Small Miracle!

My grandchild had acted
Like An Acrobat, -

She was taking her socks
Straight to her mouth!

She made some sounds:

- " Eeee! Co-co! Aa! "

I think, this was:

- "Me have loved my Mom! My Mummia!"

We all have
The Wonderful Family Meeting.

Just so all a quick.
They left ,
I am here.

I am sitting,
Lots photos left me
To look, to memorise.

And after I am a tired,
I am go to my bed.

I am Blessing you all,
My Family Members!

Thanks for sharing with me
All these
Lovely moments!

***

All Little Kittens

All Little Kittens
Like Their mittings.
A Milk is
An emitting surface!
This is taking
All Little Kitten's Dreams
Of Lovely meeting
When The Kitten may drink
A Milk Again!

When you will grow up
To Adults
Another emitting surface!
Some like a vodka, or whisky, or ale!
Some like a juice, a coffee or a tea cup,
Some like the milk
Like All Cats!

And I like all little children!
They are pretty!
Little fingers, little palms,
Little size.

They all like Little Kittens
They like a milk, their emitting,
They all like this warm pretty light!

I do not know why adults
Make wars on this planet.
I feel this a wrong, and not nice.

I do not know how
To make them to stop this
what is wrong and so not nice.

xx

You already a Big Girl

Look!
You are already a Big Girl!
You are already six month old,
Closed to seven month soon!

Let so, -  not cry!
Not be a naughty girl too!

Or this local British pub
They may refuse us to come in!

Your Dad and your Mom,
And me, -
Your Grandma,
Still
Your Auntie,
Your First Cousins, -

We all have came to celebrate
Your Mother's Birthday!

Please,
Not cry,
For Mommie,
Today!?


xx

Mother
Mother-in-Law
Grandmother
Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2025
Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2025

Family Meeting Sat 7th June 2025
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Family Meeting Sat 7th June 2025
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© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2025
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"My child never did I asked for!", a poem (08.06.2025)
https://stihi.ru/2025/06/08/7627
http://proza.ru/2025/06/08/1707
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© Copyright: Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2025
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2025

Links

Family Meeting Sat 7th June 2025 photo-001
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* here a table in pub with a food and me here
* faces of all others and figures covered
© Copyright: Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2025
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2025

"My child never did I asked for!", a poem (08.06.2025)
https://stihi.ru/2025/06/08/7627
http://proza.ru/2025/06/08/1707
* photo deleted
© Copyright: Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2025
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2025