Monthly Archives: July 2012

Hello little baby girl


Hello little baby girl, welcome.

Welcome to the world.

What a privilege to hold you,

on your first day

of life on the outside.

Your whole life ahead of you,

I’m wondering, what will it hold?

I know it seems like a fearful place,

this new world you’ve burst into.

But its not all bad, I promise.

There is hope and light in the midst of darkness;

There is joy in the midst of sadness;

There is beauty in the midst of harshness.

I’ve seen it, I promise it’s there.

You’ll see it too, with time.

I pray you do.

But right now it may be hard to make out.

Right now things are bad.

You see, mummy and daddy live under a bridge.

A cosy home made of cardboard

and filled with warm blankets.

A cosy home, made with pride and dignity.

But it is under a bridge.

Where will you go

little baby girl?

Beautiful baby girl,

yet to be named.

Surrounded by fear, anxiety and anger.

No wonder you are crying,

you can tell.

They say you weren’t planned.

But by whom?

Maybe not by your mummy and daddy

but I know someone

Who planned you with excitement and anticipation;

Who carefully knit you together

in your mother’s womb;

Who knew all about you

before the foundation of the world,

Who rejoiced at your birth.

They don’t know your name yet

but I know someone who does.

You are precious

little baby girl.

You are loved.


All poems and original writing on this blog are Copyright © Hilary Murdoch 2012

Flying to Paradise – Part 5 (Final part)


The girl was angry and frustrated while she was in the grey city. She tried to keep off the conveyer belt but kept falling back onto it.

Finally, after many months, the white coated general looked inside her belly and found that the huge horrid hungry slug had totally gone. Even he was surprised by this. He didn’t know that secretly the girl’s invisible best friend had been reaching inside her belly every night to gradually kill the huge horrid hungry slug.

So the girl flew back to paradise, with her hand holding tightly to the hand of her invisible best friend: over the grey buildings, over the green hills and out to sea – over the splashing waves and the bubbling foam, over the seas; over the many seas, until she could see God’s banqueting table with the sun rising over it, dressed with a clean white table cloth.

Her heart leapt when her feet touched the ground and she was enthusiastically welcomed by the bear and the dancing meerkat, and by all her friends in paradise. She felt at home. She felt known, loved and safe.

She was excited to find that there was no black cloud of fear on her shoulder and no stabbing pain in her belly. She couldn’t wait for all the adventures she knew would be ahead, walking with her invisible best friend in paradise.

She turned to her invisible best friend and decided never to let go of his hand again.


As the grandmother’s story came to an end, the two granddaughters smiled sleepily. They loved that story so much, even though they had heard it so many times before. She kissed them each gently on the forehead as they snuggled down under their blankets.

As she stood by the door to the room, she smiled at her invisible best friend. He smiled back, knowing that she was thanking him for helping to kill the huge horrid hungry slug, because if he hadn’t these beautiful granddaughters would not be here.

She invited her invisible best friend (who was still more real than she was) into the room to gently stroke the girls’ hair and quietly sing to them as they slept.


All original writing and illustrations are Copyright © Hilary Murdoch 2012

Flying to Paradise – Part 4


Then one day, when the bear and the dancing meerkat were away, she was alone and she became afraid. A black cloud of fear as thick as soup appeared on her shoulder and she had a stabbing pain in her belly. In order to hold her belly, she let go of her invisible best friend’s hand.

She didn’t notice it as first but as she let go of his hand, the black cloud of fear as thick as soup, grew bigger on her shoulder, and the frequency of the stabbing pain increased. Wherever she went the black cloud followed her, down the street and even into bed.

She was told to her dismay that she must return to the grey city in order for the stabbing pain to go away. She told her friends she’d be back very soon and took her invisible friend’s hand to fly to the grey city, with a heavy heart and a stabbing pain in her belly.

She went to see an army in white coats in the grey city. They could magically see inside her belly and were shocked to find a huge horrid hungry slug which should not be there. They were very surprised and warned the girl that the slug could eat any baby that might grow there one day. The girl was very sad because she so dearly wanted to have babies of her own and didn’t want the slug to eat them. All this time, it seemed, the huge horrid hungry slug had been feeding off the dark cloud of fear as thick as soup and getting bigger and bigger each day.

Her invisible best friend (who was more real than she was) led her through the army in white coats to a very special senior general who knew exactly how to remove the slug. Only her best friend could have led her to the general because he knew everyone.

The general told her that she couldn’t return to paradise when she wanted to but would have to stay in the grey city for a very long time until they were sure the slug had gone. She cried. ‘You don’t understand. I can’t stay, I must go back!’ she said through the tears.

The girl was distraught and pleaded with her invisible best friend to fly with her back to paradise. But he just hugged her and held her tight. He laid her head on his knee and stroked her hair. He told her to be patient and they would fly back to paradise before long.

TO BE CONTINUED..> [the next one is the last installment!]