The Santa Claus Question

“Mummy do you think Santa’s real?”

This was the question 7YO posed for me this morning. I froze. What could I say?

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An Unexpected Inheritance

via Daily Prompt: Inheritance

When my mother died, it seemed at first that her possessions – the things she’d owned, touched, cared for – were all I had left of her. The process of emptying her house, my childhood home, meant losing her all over again, every day, in countless tiny ways. I kept as many of her possessions as I could – anything that had either sentimental or practical value – but this didn’t help. Many of the things I chose to keep had been in Mum’s possession for years and were already approaching the end of their shelf life. All too often in the last five years, the grief has hit me all over again, because something as mundane as an iron or a tupperware lunch box has finally broken beyond repair. And at the back of my mind, there has always been a secret fear: that one day I’ll have nothing left of her, nothing that she bought or owned or touched, and then she’ll really, finally be gone. Continue reading

A poem for a snowy weekend

There’s white stuff forecast this weekend over England, so here’s a poem specially for my snow-loving friends. It’s by Robert Bridges, who was Poet Laureate from 1913 until his death in 1930. I’ve always loved this poem and it comes to mind every time the sky turns that ominous leaden grey colour. Wrap up warm folks!

London Snow

When men were all asleep the snow came flying,
In large white flakes falling on the city brown,
Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,
      Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town;

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