Sonnet: 8th September 2018

This was the day on which my mother died. On this day, I learned the meaning of pain And though time has passed, this hurt will remain Long after the tears that have fallen dried. I have forgotten, but I cannot hide From truth, anymore than I can from shame. I have lost the one... Continue Reading →

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Sonnet: A Mother

A daughter, sister, friend and a lover, She was all of this before a mother. From a child she became a woman grown Her precious time was rarely spent alone.   Inherently passionate and caring, Above all else she was kind and sharing, Of her love, her time and all she could give, Through the... Continue Reading →

Sonnet: Hear the Silence

Sometimes the silence is too difficult To listen to, to hear, to acknowledge It can be filled, but it always returns Every return harder to filter.   Each time that you are forced to acknowledge, That the only voice, for that you listen, Is the voice you must accept, you cannot Hear again, as it... Continue Reading →

Response to: On Holiday

My response to the post: On Holiday   I’ve been in a cottage in Skye now for three days. A holiday that was almost cancelled at the ninth, tenth, and eleventh hour. Yet one which thankfully went ahead. After mum passed in September, we had no choice but to pull together as a family. This... Continue Reading →

Sonnet: Goodbye Mother

The difference between sickness and death, The same as breathing and that final breath. Remarkable in its finality, Comfort and grief, a strange duality.   From my world of hurt, pain unlike any other Repress the pain of losing a mother. It cannot be done I have come to learn To get by yourself you... Continue Reading →

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