Tag Archives: Gratitude

Wondering

Wondering

Will you be my last? Entrusting me to grow your long, dark lashes, your ten fingers and ten toes. Will you be the last one? My last time to be penalized for simply brushing my teeth, by returning the contents of my breakfast in the nearby toilet, with you in mind. Is this my pregnancy… 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

Summer feels

Summer feels

Four babies in a tent in a sun-kissed slumber. The rain pelts on the pitched tent as the sun meets the sky’s horizon. It’s 5:30am, and as they sleep, I keep watch. The ground rumbles and the sky lets out a flashy crack, but still, the two two year olds, my Millie and my niece,… 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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