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Meeting mothers at the mothers meetings, finding each other, there online, Night support, Sharing war stories, Torn and refashioned histories, Most have dips of depression, Deep conflicting feelings of love and loss, Seas crossing, Creating tidal waves, Out from land, without oars, No knowing if we can get back to before, A reckoning, Because probablyContinue reading “Home – in draft”

Sit in the surf,The last hours’ tide of toys,Books, crumbs,Lapping,My,Feet.A swell of dishes,Bubbling at the sink.Washing frothing from theLaundry bag,The linen basket,Piles,Heaps.I rebel,Chose not another futile missionTidying, turning,Fun into done,To be undone.I rebel,Choose to put wordsTo this rouseA scamI am more than machine,Beach sweep,Care giver,I choose a new horizon,Flatten a crease,New pages, new ways,I leaveContinue reading “I rebel”

Parenting in another location,With less of our things,More unknownNew danger,And ExcitementUs, a Family of four,Stitch our belongings to the land,To another family of three,Long loops and trip wires,Pop up, fold out, every thing,So smug to have a kitchen, A wardrobe.Make believe and honesty boxes,Orange fires flicker,Smudge into sunsets,Which slowly fade to midnight,Pitch black, star freckledContinue reading “Not a holiday, an Adventure”

The Lovers Journey If they could, they would send a post card back in time, So that they could find, Each other sooner, Exchange every wasted minute, every idle hour For more of now, And if it were allowed He would give her and she would give him The beginning of their beings, Every firstContinue reading “The Lover’s Journey”

The same song went round my head again. “Aaaaay… your really Awe-some, Nnnn, there’s No-one quite as cool as yoooou”. Its not a song from the radio, but one I’ve made up and it is not even my babies name. A, N, G, I, E (and repeat). Angie is Albas hypno-womb-mates name. The song wasContinue reading “Breast Feeding”

Ok, it’s a hall mark holiday, some kinda cash raid on mothers, because the kids aren’t paying are they? But when you have grieved baby loss for eight years, that’s eight mothers and fathers days where we have to work through our hybrid status. Childless yes, but not, not parents. Rupert lived for nearly tenContinue reading “F’ it! – Fathers Day with a Family of Four!”