I didn’t just earn a degree I found myself, Inbetween nappies and deadlines, tucked into lunchboxes and long nights, stitched into nursery rhymes and...
In Sissinghurst, where gardens dream, Cranbrook’s lanes and gentle stream, There rests a place both quaint and rare, A gatehouse old with country air...
In the hush before the dawn, A flicker on the screen, A doctor’s voice, softly spoken, Cuts through the in-between. A tiny life still forming, Hands...