© 2016 Microsoft Terms Privacy & cookies Developers English (United States) Day after day Standing amongst strangers Full of awkwardness Elevator conscious. ~~~ Eyes staring down A dozen feet around me Eyes averted Crisis minimized ~~~ Elevator stops Shuffling of … Continue reading →

Birth met death.  Death blended in with birth.  Death ripped hope out And only broken reflections  Of a future remained.    Time slowly moved forward  What was disappeared into  The sands of grief And what remained was Broken puzzle pieces. … Continue reading →

I can see myself standing at the edge of the wilderness.  I can feel the wind on my cheeks as i imagine myself standing on top of a cliff-side my arms up in the air in complete surrender as I … Continue reading →

On 8th November 2014, about 6 weeks after my little boy died, I finally got to lay him to rest and have a memorial service.  I wrote this for him and read it out in front of a crying church. … Continue reading →

Written to my angel son born sleeping on 29.09.14 – This was the first of many love poems I have written to my precious little man…  Rest in peace my little miracle, my handsome wise little man.  May you forever … Continue reading →

Little boy, grief Sits steadfast on Mummy’s shoulder. Little rays of light Peak through the angry Clouds of tired sadness. — The many black sraight bottles, that somberely Line up in neat rows — Catching all of Mummy’s tears Of … Continue reading →

Standing on this rock, I watch a time less time move in with the: splashing stillness, while the soft, gentle cold water, lovingly surrounds the tiny body mass which endures the pleasure of joy and peace. — Silently the river … Continue reading →

I delight in you in a secret place, and I know that you delight in me.  You are my food, you are my every breath, and you are all in all to me.  Draw me deeper into you.  O Lord, … Continue reading →

here’s a poem I wrote more then 6 years ago. ..   Night air swells around midlife with all that we can hold, into our wistful hearts we sink, to comfort dying souls.   We hold hands in union to … Continue reading →