Stanley Arts

Freedom looks like…
Watching the sunrise
Like a hug, having a good laugh about silly things
Making our world a safe place
Freedom from my husband to go out and explore
To walk down my street and be sure I’ll be okay
Being able to mingle with all cultures and nationalities
The right to associate with one and all
Not having to shop, eat, wash or work to someone else’s clock
Teaching our young to be strong in mind and body
Being free but to a limit, bearing the rules and laws, not stepping out of line
That one’s heart feels each day
To feel safe to not to look back’
But always forward

Poem by Poona, Rebecca, Sharon, Mary, Mavis, Liza, Ganga, Agnes and Norma

Freedom sounds like…
Joy and happiness
Children
Happy jolly good laughter
Having to help and care for others
Quiet
Being alone
A cacophony of trees, birds humming
People speaking in diverse languages
Singing as they go along
A sense of real belonging’

Poem by Poona, Rebecca, Sharon, Mary, Mavis, Liza, Ganga, Agnes and Norma

Freedom smells like…
A handshake and welcome voice
Open air
For no bars to hold you
Sharing a meal with family
Everyone preparing dishes of their own country
Showering in rows
A lavender tree that brings back memories
Fragrant roses
The sea
It takes your breath away’

Poem by Poona, Rebecca, Sharon, Mary, Mavis, Liza, Ganga, Agnes and Norma

Freedom tastes like…
Lurpack butter
Yum yum spicy curry
Apple crumble and hot custard on a cold day
A belly full of satisfaction
Being by the seaside
Renewing each breath anew

Freedom feels like…
Release
Success
Achievement
Emotions going high
A lovely hug from my family
Never worrying about having to be warm
Dancing like noone’s watching
The ability to be all things, cosy, loved and glowing’

Poem by Poona, Rebecca, Sharon, Mary, Mavis, Liza, Ganga, Agnes and Norma