I am a bel­lower

The Compass - - OPINION -

Ed­i­tor’s note: Ali­cia ‘Ce­leste’ Loughrey was in­spired to write this poem af­ter read­ing a let­ter to the ed­i­tor head­lined “Sorry New­found­land, you are not what I ex­pected,” which was pub­lished in the Aug. 13, 2013 print edi­tion of The Com­pass. The let­ter gen­er­ated a flood of reader re­ac­tion, both pos­i­tive and neg­a­tive. Yep I’m a Bel­lower! Like our very busy moth­ers be­fore us back in the day I do ‘bel­low’ for my son to come in at night, I have to say. I work full-time and I get busy around the home I don’t al­ways have time to go out and talk to my neigh­bours or to roam I’ve seen/heard other Bri­tish moth­ers do it as well so it’s part of our cul­ture Just be­cause we bel­low out into the night doesn’t mean we’re vul­tures. Some of us bel­low for our hus­bands and our pets I don’t ever see that chang­ing, I haven’t yet It’s em­bed­ded in me but what can I do? I ad­mit I am a bel­lower, what about you?

— Ali­cia ‘Ce­leste’ Loughrey, a na­tive of

North­ern Bay, writes from Ajax, ON

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from Canada

© PressReader. All rights reserved.