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The Follower

If you are being followed, it's not paranoia. Better run.

Was it paranoia? Perhaps it was, as the train pulled away from the station which was a three-minute walk from Frazier Street maternity hospital, with the little bundle of joy she cradled, sat looking out of the window. Was she being observed? Somebody had been following her she was sure. A man who looked like he slept on the streets. A scruffy individual of no fixed abode. She didn’t like to stare straight at him. In fact...

Happy First Birthday

The days are long but the weeks short.

Snips and snails And puppy-dogs’ tails. Asleep, compliant, Momentarily silent. Dreaming of nips? Or plates of chips, Plus yogurt drops, And paddle pops? Defined. Ironic, dude You love sweet food; Sugar and spice, And all that's nice. That grin, your grin, Happy in your skin. Lock in feeling hearty, Past this birthday party. Smile, sit, crawl, toddle. You; your own role model. We don’t want peace to last, “Why?” is never i...

Expecting

Last Sunday was Father's Day down under

Hey, little one, don’t be coy, Take that alpha step, my boy. You’re luxuriating in my womb, Can’t stay, it’s not a catacomb. You do know what tomorrow is? I thought not; for that day is his. Didn’t think you’d bring a gift, Hopefully focused on your super-shift. So, I got you a present for your dad. Only delivered after birth, I should add. See, you shouldn’t really stay, Best you join us on Father’s Day. I don’t know why...

Our Daughter - The First Seven Months

Dedicated to our beautiful baby daughter

Our baby girls a blessing, she brightens up our day Except for when she’s crying, and doesn’t want to play   First time she rolled over, she chuckled with delight Shame she chose to do it, in the middle of the night   We thought it so exciting, we discovered her first tooth It’s not made her any happier, if I have to tell the truth   I sometimes have to pinch myself, to check that I’m not dreaming I try to rock her off to...

A Baby to Love

A baby is a special blessing

A baby to fill your hearts with joy Whether it may be a girl or boy    A baby for you to cuddle and love Little one sent to you from above    Bottles and diapers and so much more With little eyes you know you'll adore    Laughter and crying and sleepy at night Morning smiles that will make it alright   A life you hold in the palm of your hand That helps make your own life so grand    The days you may want to scream Just b...

Can’t wait to meet our daughter

Dedicated to our unborn baby girl, I wrote this the day after our ultrasounds scan.

The miracle of sound waves Projected on a screen Create a blurry image Of the child I’ve never seen   The first time that I saw you My jaw dropped to the ground Our precious little baby Was sleeping safe and sound   I couldn’t even see your face To put into a frame I wish that I could hold you I don't even know your name   I printed off your photograph Your scan in black and white It’s the only one I have of you I kiss it...

Born Sleeping

Poem about loss

You were born with your eyes closed What colour they were, I’ll never know Your chest was still, but you felt warm Your face was beautiful, with skin so soft My tears were wet, they ran down my cheeks My sobs were loud, but no-one cared My heart was shattered, and will never heal I created a life for you, in my heart and mind Where you are happy, loved and remembered You are my angel in heaven, who was born sleeping  

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

How I wonder what you are...

````````She carefully surveys the sleeping street from behind the wheel of her royal-blue Honda Civic. It’s the perfect hide, parked among the other late-model cars lining both sides of the road. The modest houses beyond lay dormant. No flicker of televisions from behind curtains hint that anyone is still awake. There’s no movement outside either, except for the dozen or so moths batting themselves against the street ligh...

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My special tiny oneDoctors helped you growLooking at you made me smileYour growth was a bit slowTaken to intensive careYou slept in an incubatorThere were many prayersLots of good indicatorsMany months at the hospitalLots of medical proceduresSo precious and very littleA tiny fighter who was eagerYou were sent from up aboveWe love you each dayYour life will be filled with loveWe continue to prayNow you're regular sizeWe t...

Without EVE

Without Eve I would not exist.

The sin of humanity is sharedNot EveNot AdamBoth sinned.I do not need an apology from either than to prevent the recurrence of that sinGod made man with the sole intention to rule and governGod made Eve not to deceive but to collaborate and make life work betterMan had its command They fell short with the weakness of a woman who brought forth from the hip of which man was the emblem replica of God who carved them into his...

Baby Kate

If no one else remembers, I do.

This is what I owe you My baby My Kate My memory It's that time of yearAgain I retreat Slowly First within closed curtains  Darkened rooms Under the covers There are no dates or calendars needed None that can define How my mind drifts My body slows I cannot eat You were real I smell your newness  In the oddest of places Hear you breathe The quickness of your heart  Beating Woke me last night My body knows For this month I...

The Warmest Word

The baby wakes up.

I enter your room softly and quietly. The dog sleeping on the floor wags his tail, as he wakes. I walk to your bed and stand gazing down, as you sleep. Your covers lay in a heap at your feet. You sleep on your side with your back to me and the room. As I gaze at you, you roll over and look up at me. I hear a tiny voice say, "Appa." I smile at you, as you giggle watching me. That sound makes my day and warms my heart. I am...

Where Are My Children?

Why didn't I get one?

Where are my children? Why didn't I get one? She got two And I got none. Why can't I have one? Just one little oneIt doesn't seem fair Now it's all said and done. We tried and we tried None stayed here with me.Everything seems empty Why couldn't we be three? No frilly dresses No swings in our yard No crib in the bedroom No Lego to pull apart. No cute little bundle With sweet smelling hair No sleepless nights Spent in a ro...

Daddy's Baby Girl

A Poem for my Baby Girl

I know that you're thirteen now,You're a beautiful young lady,Although we stand eye to eye,You'll forever be my baby,I know things are confusing,Our lives are upside down,Always keep reaching for the stars,With both feet on the ground,You're as beautiful as the sunset,On the California Coast,I'm so sorry daddy's not there,When you need me the most,I'm sorry I won't be there,I will miss my chance,To dance with my Angel,,At...

The Darkest Night - Part One

Not all tales can be found in books, but all myths are born of truth.

Once upon a time, in a long forgotten land, there lived a young woman whose name struck fear into even the bravest of hearts. She lived in a tiny cottage at the edge of a deep forest, near an old dried up creek. Her name was Arwyn. Please indulge me as I turn back the clock to the night Arwyn was born – it was the night of the full moon, late in October. You see, that was the night a druid girl, heavy with child, was trav...