It’s like the light inside me faded, and now is gone
That little flicker of hope, faded and died, the day I lost my son
Baby Girl
I have felt the love in holding you my precious baby girl
I've touched your face and kissed your hand and promised you the world
For The Others
Here is a link to my poem. I wrote it for Mother's Day but it is about how we are all individuals with differing reasons for our situation and it's a plea for understanding from people who do have children.
Read moreChronically Childless
Out of the blue
Hit by an awful viral illness
I presumed I’d recover
It never occurred to me otherwise
Read moreChristmas 2019
Advent signals hope to those who believe, which reaches a peak on Christmas Eve. Working by then to a state of elation, and for me bringing also a troubled relation!
Read moreEscape from Mummy-Ville (on why we need each other).
Unprepared, guard down, familiar social space, low ebb after long day
I’d stopped. The life train kept going, my limp body in tow.
Healing eluded its own arrival
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