Tag Archives: Childhood

Moments

Moments

Sleep in on a Sunday, and then honour a wish to hold them tight. Because the dirty dishes can go unwashed. Because the floor can be swept later on, and because the yogurt can go on living in their hair just a couple hours or a day more. Their socks needn’t match. Respect your combined… Read more

Fairy dust, flowers and feathers

Fairy dust, flowers and feathers

Yours is the tutu with the cut edges and dirt stains across its front. It sits there in the horse pasture as they walk around it, waiting for your return. The house is quiet without you here the past couple days. There are no potions upon the floor, no toothpaste smears across the doors and… Read more

When her lips turn blue

When her lips turn blue

She’s only just reclining my dentist chair and I’m already a mess, my eyes welling with tears behind the oversized sunglasses I’ve requested. Vomit waits in my throat as my exam begins. Outside in the hallway I can hear Wren recovering with her grandmother, sifting through a chest of prizes after completing her visit. Only… Read more

My oldest’s middle

My oldest’s middle

I remember what your hand feels like now. Undimpled, unsticky, it fits squarely inside the palm of my hand, and you hold on tight. It’s been too long, and we both relish in the opportunity to be close again, without interruption or competition. It’s been 2 years since your sister was born, and today, it’s… Read more

Your bliss

Your bliss

My wish would be to protect your kind hearts forever. So you could forever feel this free. To be able to offer you a visual of a trapped moment in time that would prove your self-worth would be my gift and my honour. So you’d know what you’ve done for me, and how special you really are. I’d… Read more

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