Autobiography

Who We Were, Who We Are

Desperation, despair, grief. I write a poem to convey what once tore me in half. This is that poem. Please read it slowly.

A Hard Home To Call Home

A short, pithy poem detailing my thoughts on my childhood in as few words as possible. If it sounds familiar, feel free to get in touch, it would be nice to hear from you.
Cherry

A poem for Samuel - aged 3

We couldn't find her for ever so long When Grandma came on the train We were waiting along side the track And she was stood in the rain First we went...
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That's Life ( Pt 17 )

The doctor was kind enough to get back to me that very same afternoon, telling me that I would be getting a phone call from a housing association...
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That's Life ( Pt 16 )

Dear diary...after a very rough night of not much sleep, I awoke with my son still in my arms. His face red, I thought immediately; Oh! No! There's...
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That's Life ( Pt 15 )

I caught the bus and returned to the house, full of my excitement at now having a son who could feed properly, just wanting to let the world know how...
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Result! (part 1)

Feeling thankful!