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
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