Deep time
We are sitting in the dimmed lights, feet on warm pine floor, in a circle,
watching the flickering screen of home spun film from long ago,
(or not so long,
depending on how long you’ve lived,)
watching children like ours,
and parents like us,
playing with these cards,
this tree house,
running around this garden,… Read more
When a child leaves home
Here are my boys,
walking away,
in their own world
of words I do not understand.
Where I used to lead,
I follow,
whistful, watching,
distanced from the world they march into.
Then the eldest carries on walking,
until he leaves home
and
I am left floating in rivers
crying,
empty
adrift
alone.… Read more
I have a dream
I have a dream that my children’s children
Will know a ladybird, a tadpole, a cricket, a slow-worm.
That they will know what it is to watch the moon glide her silent way through an embroidery of bright stars,
while the owl hoots and the hedghogs shuffle.
I have a dream that my children’s children,… Read more
Parents and Protection
Sons – Say Hello, Wave Goodbye
I wrote this last Saturday, after Youngest Son’s birthday….
‘It was youngest son’s birthday today and it’s been full on. Up, presents, breakfast, football pitch, lazer quest, football pitch, home, lego, bed. Full on, non stop. It took loads of organising too..texting parents, buying food, presents, balloons; you know how it goes.
But tonight I … Read more
Women and Divorce
I’m in the middle of writing my next book which is about how to make the best of the end of a relationship whether it is ending through divorce, separation or bereavement (they are more similar than you might think).
As you know, I’m divorced and I know lots of people who are also divorced. … Read more