Spring had just begun When they pressed pause and the world stopped. No school, no clubs, no to-ing and fro-ing. Instead – Board games, bike rides, bare feet, Dandelion and daisy chains. Every thing slow ed down. Not knowing for how long this would go on. Rainbows on windows Friends and family on screens (oh, […]
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Metamorphosis
A poem about becoming a mother In the moment you arrived and your cry echoed through my heart I became someone new. A different version of myself as if I’d stepped from a cocoon. Still the same but changed. So deep deep in love, exhausted, transformed, in awe and terrified. A mother. Still […]
Lucky
Parenthood poetry I woke tired and grumpy today after a night with an unsettled little and a lie-in that was broken up by prodding fingers and shouts and shrieks. I went outside to the garden, cradling a cup of tea drank in some sunshine, picked the last of the sweetpeas, took a few moments […]
A Big Step
When they placed you on my chest and I smiled and said, “Oh, it’s you”, as if I already knew the corners of your face, this day felt so very far away. Baby days spent in a bubble with toddler days stretched out ahead – fort-building, slow toddler-paced walks outdoors, and afternoons curled up in […]
My Lap is Always Your Chair
The walls will change And the rooms and the doors, Yes, things may look different But it will be as before. Walls are just walls. A house isn’t a home when you take it apart When it’s empty of everything It’s missing its heart. When we pack up the books, the hand prints and frames […]
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These Days
There are days when it feels like I’m swimming upstream, Or treading water just to keep afloat. Hit by waves of guilt For having to split myself in two. And I feel like I’m sinking under the weight of all there is to do. The hard days, the long days, the days when I’m fuelled […]
A good night
Lying beside me, your eyes closed, in that place between Here and There. The day has been packed up and folded away neatly for tomorrow, the evening pulled around us like a heavy blanket, comforting. I wear the almost-darkness like a dressing gown, and it wraps around us for a while. Whispers of sounds skip in […]