I just wanted to take his little hand and run.
Jump on a bus and go on an adventure.
He didn’t want to go to school and little sobs racked his big soul.
His quivering lips , his wet eyes.
I wasn’t ready for such goodbyes.
All I could think was that:
His whole life would be filled with timetables.
He wouldn’t be able to run away.
So why not today son?Why the hell not.
Let’s run while we still can.
While it’s still fun
Because someday you won’t have your mum.
Someday you’ll be in a suit and tie
With no one at the gate to wave goodbye
They say it’s love before sight
And it’s true.
I loved you before you were born.
Before you were torn from me.
Before those tiny hands grabbed my fingers
And your cries filled the night. READ MORE
Weave yourself wispy thought.
Little twinkle, embed and grow.
I will grow too
Convex and complex. READ MORE:
Days oozed into woozy nights milk stained clothes, greasy hair. Soft and mushy in all the wrong places. I felt like a giant lactating pillow. Time blurred as everything I ever was, seemed to have disappeared. I was taken over by endless exhaustion. My tears flowed quickly and frequently, while the world slept soundly. The tiny cries, that he didn’t seem to hear, were like jabbing pins into my body. They plunged downwards, into the abyss of my unconsciousness and pulled me up and out. READ MORE