Poem : Our Baby Lost

Poem : Our Baby Lost

A precious life Here, now gone Precious name Not yet called Precious smile Never seen Precious talent Undiscovered Precious friendships Never made Precious moments Forever passed A precious promise We’ll meet again. More...
Poem : Kindred Spirits

Poem : Kindred Spirits

So brief our friendship Like mist, it was gone. Meeting as neighbours, Leaving as new friends. Talked of doubts and cares, Shared our hopes and dreams. We didn’t meet every day But every day, I miss you. Telling our stories Life paths crisscrossing Meeting for coffee,...
An Easter Acrostic Poem

An Easter Acrostic Poem

Afflicted yet silent Burdened with grief Crushed by sin Despised by onlookers Embraced the pain Forsaken by God Guiltless but condemned Humiliated for me Injured for my shame Justice denied Kindred to my hurts Lashed for my healing. Mourning on Friday Numbness on...
Poem : School Bells

Poem : School Bells

I wrote the first draft of this poem when I was at school.  The bell rang Forming a routine. Ringing on blue days, Yellow and purple days, Arranging waking hours. Long days neatly divided, Into the bite-sized pieces of a class. Weekend starts The bell is soundless. No...
Poem : Measuring Greatness

Poem : Measuring Greatness

Are the ones who belt a ball strong and straight more valuable than surgeons slicing with scalpels? Are the ones who comprehend the complicated wiser than ambassadors adding to acceptance? Are the ones who gain golden medals more successful than labourers working late...
Poem : One of us

Poem : One of us

I didn’t know you well but you were one of us. You belong right here. I saw you in the paper shop, Sometimes in the supermarket, Once, I spied you by the swamp. Smiling as you ate at our local And lunched with loyal friends with lattes from the van. You were there...
Poem : Crafty

Poem : Crafty

Just for fun! I found a needle, patterns, coloured thread, I rose at dawn and sewed all day and night, I crisscrossed carefully as I had read But what a mess! It never turned out right. I searched the cupboards, looked for balls of wool, I wrestled day and night. I...
Poem : Listening for Footsteps

Poem : Listening for Footsteps

In my mind’s eye I see your nod, your sigh I see the way you walked I hear the way you talked I catch myself listening For your footsteps.   I recall that you laughed At a joke I shared I knew you frowned At an opinion I aired I remember your tears, Your joys,...