Here in our Gallery you can see some of the artwork and poetry that our residents created for the website. This section will be updated on an ongoing basis with fresh work from the women and children of the Pathway Project.
He left his toys, his bike from Nan,
His favourite cars, his action man,
His Bob the Builder and Woody too,
And many more to name a few.
His baby photos, his paintings from school,
It was such a shame to just leave them all.
My 3-piece suite, my washing machine,
My microwave and everything.
But material things can be replaced,
But what time I’ve lost, what a waste.
Time moves on and so have I,
So now it’s time to say goodbye,
My broken heart is mended too.
I have realised I DON’T NEED YOU.
…I will never forgive you for what you did to us. All the times you hit me and call me names you hurt me more than I could ever explain. I loved you more than I have ever loved anyone before, but the names you’d call me hurt more than any beating. But to chase a four year old boy down the street with a knife – Do you have any idea what that has done to him. HE THOUGHT THE WORLD OF YOU. He’s having nightmares now, he still thinks you’re gonna get him. You should think of getting help, cause if you think that’s normal, then you’ve got serious problems. This is gonna be the last time you ever hear from us. I forgave you when you tried to strangle and humiliate me, but I will never forgive you for hurting my son. We hid you know, behind the garage until the police came. He had no shoes on his feet and he was hysterical and petrified. When we got to safety at my mom’s MY 4 year old son pulled our house keys from his pocket. He told me he had taken them to lock YOU out of our house. As the tears fell down his tiny face he said “But Nanny I should have grabbed the knife”
I can’t take any more.
You’re long gone and far away.
Guess how much more we appreciate each day.
The blackness of my depressing past,
Leaves a brightness of a better future.
I know where you’re at and who you are with.
All you can do is guess about us.
You may think you are their father,
But to me you were just a donator.
You’ve got a rich man’s tastes but a poor man’s pocket,
Just look at us now we’re off on a rocket.
We’re so much higher than you’ll ever know.
You saw the start and didn’t know where to go,
Except back to her to stay so low….low…low.
You left us then, you’ve lost us now.
You threw us to the wind,
Which swept us back to a brighter life.
Hocus, Pocus, my lives now focussed.
My figure soon will be divine.
You strayed too far, there’s no return.