Small things.

It’s the small things that you do for me that mean the most. The cup of tea that’s ready when I walk through the door, Thanking me for dinner when it came out of a jar. Leaving me messages on tiny scraps of paper, Letting me know that, though you’re not here right now, there’ll…

He doesn’t care.

When my hair sticks up any old how and I’m struggling to tame my unibrow, he doesn’t care. If I neglect to shave my legs for a week and my razor decides to play hide and seek, he doesn’t care. If I need more than one pyjama day and we’re forced to order takeaway, he…

And now for something completely different…

  It’s been ages since I last wrote anything that wasn’t part of my Master’s degree. The fact is, that after spending months on an exam piece I think my brain just kind of shut down a bit. It wasn’t that the stories just disappeared, they became faint buzzing sounds, rather than the loud garage…

Smells like teen spirit.

Nothing in the world can transport us to the past as fast as a particular scent. There are just some smells that trigger such strong memories it’s as if someone has grabbed us by the middle and flung us back several decades. The smell of lavender and the original Charlie perfume do just that to…

Feeling free.

Feeling free from a prison I constructed myself, It’s bars constructed from expectation and imagined responsibility. I had no knowledge of what I was creating, no sense of confinement or of self forged chains, But now I am free, I understand how I became trapped, Never again will the expectations of others dictate my path.

We’re all somebodies hero.

We’re all somebodies hero, even if we don’t try to be. We’re all somebodies hero even we can’t see, the qualities that make us heroic in some one else’s eyes, when we look at ourselves in the mirror and we see an idiot in disguise. We’re all somebodies hero, it’s fact that we need to…

You are the dance.

A poem dedicated to my youngest son. Before you were born you danced, to the music within me, Your moves shadowed on my belly as you grew. Before you could walk you moved to the sound of the life within our family, Swaying and rocking in time with the beat. Before you could run you…

What’s inside.

You never know what’s inside a person, what resides within, The covering on the outside isn’t designed to let you in. You’ll never hear the echoes of the demons deep inside, The ones who torture and torment, and make you run and hide. It’s easier to control what goes on, on our exterior façade, I…

Shrinking sweetness.

I’m sure all the sweet treats were big when I was a little kid, When Jammy Wagon Wheels were the size of a dustbin lid. When chocolate Curlie Whirlies were as long as a twelve inch rule, And giant bags of potato puffs were on sale at the tuck shop in school. Christmas tins of…