My friend Jules Riding wrote this song for my son, and I wanted to share it with you.  It has moved me to tears no end.  Its for mothers who have lost children/babies…. Please let me know what you think. … Continue reading →

This was written exactly one week after I gave birth to my sleeping son.  I was trying to find strength somehow, somewhere, and I was desperately clinging onto God. Psalm 34:6-8 6 This poor man called, and The Lord heard … Continue reading →

I wrote this poem in February of this year. I was really struggling and just wanted to go somewhere and be alone…. I had no hope left. Two months later i feel more positive. More relaxed.   Five hundred twenty … Continue reading →

Day in day out, in and out I sit in front of a Motionless screen, typing, Panic rising. Exhaling and inhaling deep breaths. ~~~ Tortured beyond words Of deep anguish Of annoyance Of despair Of frustration All mixed in one. … Continue reading →

Our Angels For all the parents with Angels in heaven I am never very far away, Always close by, Sitting on your shoulder: When you call me by name I hold your hand, wipe away Your tears, though I am … Continue reading →

I wrote this poem on 8th November 2015.  My son was laid to rest on 8th November 2014.  I always seem to be linked closely to dates.  Reminders everywhere.   I remember writing this poem because i was trying to convince … Continue reading →

I wrote this a few weeks before my son’s first birthday…. nearly a year ago…. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year ago I was eagerly anticipating the birth of my son’s arrival.  I was eagerly looking forward to a future that every pregnant … Continue reading →

I remember writing this after I heard about my mum’s two cousins committing suicide.  It was like thunder had struck me and I was viewing life through a looking glass, and watching it flash by before me.  It could have … Continue reading →

Reflecting back to a time when i was overeating, i am thankful now that those days are long behind me.  Now in front of a desk sits a woman who is slightly more proud of her appearance than a year … Continue reading →