The Child In Me

Remembering you, as you were then, is how A parent sees a child.  My eyes are old, My body’s worn.   Life’s scars define me now, Unlike your innocence, your heart of gold, Held fast within a spirit light and free. Too young to have reflected on your past, You saw the future only dreamily. But … More The Child In Me

Future Memories

Here’s a sonnet I wrote way back in June, around the anniversary of my Mum having died, and while I was still finishing off Descent.  I’ve been meaning to work on another… just not quite got round to it.  Maybe the moment isn’t too far off though. A son, a lover, husband and a dad. … More Future Memories