We stood in the rain that day, belting down,
wind gusting, buffeting us close.
Two sisters, our bellies full,
and half full with child:
gortex coats stretching, but not closing,
hoods drawn down, peaks dripping.
Mum, inappropriately dressed, as usual,
in fluffy white jacket with sparkles,
wool hat, no waterproof, no wellies.
Pop, flat cap topped, three-fleeced-zipped-in,
wrapped for the mountains again.
We stood in the rain that day,
not just for the photograph,
but for the fun of it, the warmth of it,
the great big silly grin of it,
high on the ramparts in a force six gale.
Memories of a family day out, recalled from a photograph.
Where else would you be
A king size made for three
when the night terrors wake.
Open all hours
for comfort and nurture.
You lie central
Queen of the new world
in the warmth
in the aura of love.
Stephen’s illustration of this poem, now published in Cardiff Baby and Toddler magazine’s January issue. Love this ? Prints available to purchase, contact me for details.
Delighted with Stephen’s illustration of this poem, now published in Cardiff Baby and Toddler magazine’s December issue. Love this ? Prints available to purchase, contact me for details.
earlier and earlier
boys still sleeping
within the folds
of my limbs
Inspired by early mornings
Awaken slowly to
Love that lasts.
Ignited flame of
Winning poet of the week poem. ‘QUALITY’ acrostic prompt.
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I’m Brigette Jones again
staring at my loved one
while they sleep:
my daughter, still fresh
into this world.
A little caress,
a gentle stroke
on her blooming cheek
I might disturb
the innocent calm.
of her tender skin.
to be connected.
Inspired by: resting baby