I swear you my hand dear baby; hold tight, you're growing in a world that's not always right. You'll have times when you'll want to give up on it all, there's no shame in failure, find strength from the fall. Watch for a twist when the path appears straight, try not to panic, take stock… Continue reading The Hold
6am sharp, your inquisitive eyes open, to start your day of adventures, wonders unspoken. As morning birds gently rouse others at dawn, you're squeals are on par with a loud foghorn. A plastic car in my face is the idyllic way to wake, Flicking, poking, scratching, no sign of a break. Quite rightly, that book… Continue reading Ode to the Morning (with a Toddler)
To the girl I was; hating her size, masking scars, a fraudulent disguise. I see you there, self-conscious and shy, confidence at zero, aching to cry.