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
Tag: poem
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 