The Missing Ones We Miss The Most a birthday party family get together all those who remain
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Family
Relatively Little Was Said
What We Don’t Say family meeting so much light chitter-chatter so much left unsaid
Love Is All You Need
These Are The Ties That Bind what is family? random genes thrown together held in place by love
The Greatest Gift Of All
Learning To Love Yourself Out in the green Derbyshire hills a ginger man sees in another year. Just like me,… Read more The Greatest Gift Of All
My True Gifts To My Son
My True Gifts To My Son It came to me in a painful flash of obvious, duh. He can sing,… Read more My True Gifts To My Son
What We Should Leave Our Loved Ones
What We Should Leave Our Loved Ones when all this is over when you are all done what will there… Read more What We Should Leave Our Loved Ones
It All Keeps On Coming
It All Keeps On Coming driving on the motorway the setting sun blinding this son setting out on the road… Read more It All Keeps On Coming
The Difficulty With Love
The Difficulty With Love The difficulty with love is the word love. I can’t tell you how much I love… Read more The Difficulty With Love
The Terraced House
The Terraced House It was up a hill but a step down from the place we had called home. It… Read more The Terraced House
Family Photos
Family Photos Family photos. Like looking at an absence, at something missing.
Suffer Little Children
Suffer Little Children What is in their minds? As they kill their own children, what are they thinking? Arthur Labinjo-Hughes:… Read more Suffer Little Children
An Old Gold Ring
An Old Gold Ring Going through the glitter tat that we’ve gathered over years of buying this and that, shiny… Read more An Old Gold Ring
The Terror Of Love
The Terror Of Love Out with my son, a too rare event, on a weekend, even rarer, we eat and… Read more The Terror Of Love
New Tricks Old Dog
New Tricks Old Dog even a young pup can sometimes show an old dog a book of new tricks
Worn And Worn
Worn And Worn An antique gold band. Her grandmother’s wedding ring. Worn from being worn.
I Remember You
One year gone, one year on, but I remember you. That little girl with a cherry red flame of hair… Read more I Remember You
Watching People Die
Watching People Die I sat and watched her as she died. My grandmother, Winnie. Her skin, always white and weather… Read more Watching People Die
Leaving Hurt
Beatings didn’t hurt Nor fights or harsh silences Leaving was what hurt
An Empty Nest
An Empty Nest Now an empty nest is filled by an absent whole and our fledgling needs
Nothing Lives Forever
Petals fall softly All that lives must one day die Even those we love In memory of my little sister,… Read more Nothing Lives Forever
Old English
We had a pet dog when I was a boy. A great, stupid, soft, shaggy Old English sheepdog. I think… Read more Old English
Not Remembering
I don’t recall him being born, my son. Not enough, anyway. I remember scenes from the day: the blood; the… Read more Not Remembering
Our Joyce
Walking into a city centre shop a year or two back, or perhaps longer, I did a double take and… Read more Our Joyce
A Small Act Of Vengeance
The father arrives. He pulls up on the road and he beeps the horn and he waits. Perhaps he beeps… Read more A Small Act Of Vengeance
The Super Hero
Protected by the impenetrable shield of self-absorption the dark-haired young boy strode around the garden dispensing justice with his thumb-cocked… Read more The Super Hero
Writing Me Up 