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
Tag: Family
Family
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
She Moves Forward
She steps out of the door and moves forward. Before her are her dreams, the things she wants and needs,… Read more She Moves Forward
Imagine Them Gone
Imagine them gone All your friends and family What hell that must be
Family Wedding
A family wedding Laughing and dancing and fun I am out of place
What You Are
Look at what you are Built by what you have consumed Designed by parents
A Young Beauty
Black and white photo Mother as a young beauty What was on her mind?
Mildly Drunk
I am mildly drunk My son has kissed me goodbye I love him so much
Sisters And Brothers
Sisters and brothers They love us for who we are We love them for that
My Mother’s Last Words
I had upset her ‘You can go now,’ she told me My mother’s last words
To Talk To Her
The greatest pain comes When you want to talk to her But mother is gone
Being A Father
Being a father. This is difficult. I am one, I am the son of one, I am the son of… Read more Being A Father
Writing Me Up 