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
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.
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
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
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
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,