Monsters
She asks to sleep with me Because she is scared of the dark And the monsters she imagines I hold her close Breathe in the smell of her hair And silently promise she’ll never know That I see monsters too And that I’m more scared than she is
Category: Poetry
3am
The nightmares come when I’m happy Fear and stress bring blackout bliss Hope and optimism, technicolour terror This is the trade off I must make The path I must endure The fire I must walk through to be free
Fear
The only thing to fear, is fear itself… Said someone who’d never felt a sneeze building whilst breastfeeding
Haiku
We’re camping with friends this weekend, so don’t expect many updates. In the meantime, please enjoy this haiku I’ve penned which sums up our experience so far. Camping in garden Children refusing to sleep Where’s the bastard gin?! Two out of the three are finally sleeping, and I’m pretty sure the dogs are too. Of […]
Radiant Goddesses
I’m so glad for you Her firm and feral friends You bring her what I cannot Mischief and dry pasta
Tampon
“What’s that mummy?” “A tampon” “Can I stick a tampon up my bottom too?” A teachable moment Plenty of opportunities for discussion and questions Endless questions Questions I promised myself I’d answer patiently Moments I swore I would embrace Today I settle for “No my darling, you can’t.”
The things she tells me
Sometimes I eat with my fork, mummy. I will do my wees on the toilet when I’m bigger. Look, I can wipe my hands on my own trousers. I love you very many, mummy. These are the things she tells me. I tell her, I love you very many too.
Love Letter
You taught me how to love you And I learned to love myself Your touch burned and left me branded With a confidence, a lightness, a depth I thought I was afraid of you But I am only afraid of myself I love you And it scares me
Cookware
My cookware is all wrong. Nothing matches. Hand me downs and cast offs. All my dishes too big. So when I make lasagne, I snap the angular sheets into a round dish. Shards badly pieced together to form a layer, gappy and cracked. Broken and delicious.
Photo Frame
My daughter and I decorated a photo frame together. She told me when it was my turn to colour and what pens to use. Then she stuck on sparkly gems. When I asked her if she’d like to choose a photo for her frame, she asked for one of her and daddy. So together we […]
Unconditional Unschooling 