Unwell child

We’ve had a stomach flu slowly work its way through our kids. Been a rough few nights.

By Aarron Mondello


My body’s heavy
Legs unsteady
Eyelids want to close already
No luxury to be forgetting
Those others who rely on you.

The night lasted ages
Ruled by the dilapidated
And poisoned sages
Who at midnight’s hour serenaded
Me with vomits contagious song.

The sun it rose much too soon
Where is the night bring back the moon
So tired now I start to swoon
Long does the day before me loom
Vile and full of filth.

The night was long
As illness prolonged
Ripped through laughters usual song
As we exhausted waited upon
The illness to leave him to be.

But he awoke with sparkling eyes
No longer throat full of painful cries
Despite my already tired sighs
I’d take comfort if I’m wise
In a chap now laughing loudly.


Just some thoughts

Hi everyone.

In the last two weeks I have started my own Facebook page (linked on my home page here if anyone would like to check it out and maybe like or share it) and this blog. I’ve been relentlessly pursuing the goal of trying to get my work seen, which is something I have never before sought to do. I have taught myself how to fix minor issues with a computer (self confessed tech-tard here) and began writing what I hope will turn into my first book, actually completed the first rough draft of what i view as a prologue just a few hours ago. As well putting down every little idea that flows through my brain.  This around the joyful horrors of raising for wonderful demons…i mean children.

Never before have I felt such drive and i must say its exhausting. But that has, in no way, lessened my desire to find out if I’m actually any good with a pen.

But as i sit here early in the morning or late at night, or indeed at any moment i have spare and read through some of the works of other bloggers with creative minds I am awestruck, and truth be told, a little daunted at how many i see who are just like me.

Never before did i imagine there were so many aspiring writers, or people who do it just for the love of the craft, with such talent.

I guess in hindsight that was pretty naive of me considering the sheer amount of people there are in the world. But i think we are all entitled to little naivety in our time provided we don’t use it an excuse to forever wallow in ignorance. The old saying “ignorance is bliss” might be true for the ignorant but for those of us with our eyes open it can very tiresome when met with a person who refuses to see the outside of their bubble.

Anyway, I just wanted to come here tonight (7:12pm where I am) and share what was in my head. I think that’s  what we all come here for at the end of the day. If you see any of my posts up feel free to tell me its shit, provided that’s your honest opinion.

Have a brilliant night everyone and thanks for reading the ramblings of just one in the sea of people in the world of the wide web.


Welcome to My Worlds In Words, a blog I have started to share some of my writing with people outside of my usual circle.

I’ve been writing as a personal hobby for over 20 years. I have no credentials to speak of, I simply picked up a pen one day and forgot how to put it down. Now I have decided to share it.

So welcome and thank you for coming to view my worlds.