Aunty C – Safire visits Uncle Joey’s farm

Safire_UncleJoeyI decided to follow my passion and dive into a dream. I wrote and designed my children’s book series entitled”Aunty C” . Aunty C children books are aimed to educate, entertain and for the busy mom and dads ‘distract our lovely children for at least a few minutes :). Each book will bring parents and their little ones on an exciting story-telling adventure with surprise activities!.

© Copyright 2017 Crystal (Blake) Morrant.
Aunty C Children’s Books and its contents are the property of the writer Crystal Morrant. No portion of Aunty C Children’s Books may be performed, reproduced or used by any means, or disclosed to, quoted or published in any medium without the prior written consent of the writer-Crystal Morrant.


Make it happen

After looking at what could have, should have, might have been

You have just wasted the time that could be used to decide what is

and if it isn’t yet?

Then you just realized that you need to use that energy making it happen

Empty holes

Woke up today in empty sheets

Feeling as though a part of me was to be there, but it’s not

How is it possible to feel empty, yet you can’t recall feeling       fulfilled at any point either?

Am I missing something that was never there?

Looking in my mirror to a reflection of my soul and knowing in my heart something is wrong

Holding myself tight as though I am cold in this tropical climate

Knowing that maybe if you were to stand behind me and hold me I’d be ok

But who are ‘you’ what is this thing I am searching for?

How can I fill my sheets when I don’t even know what needs to be in it?

For once, just once I’d like to wake up feeling as though the empty spaces are filled

I cannot take another Month alone from you … whoever you are 

Unknown Language part 1

Since this world has failed me and I refuse to search anymore

My mind is like my petri dish so I create … my own

I don’t know who it will be; he or she

and who cares, as long as they are with me

I’ll write the words they will speak to me; dusting off those antique books the 21st century ceases to use

We’ll build the world my mother’s,mother’s, mother’s mother lived

We will talk… not a cell phone nor a friend request

The only weapon allowed in this world… shall be TRUTH