“You may feel keen enough to buy this week’s Nation. I have at last a poem in it, which I sent off on the same evening as writing it!!”
Wilfred Owen to his cousin Leslie Gunston, 26 January 1918.
The poem Owen was referring to in this letter was Miners, written almost exactly 100 Continue reading
Lost her years before she died.
Happy New Year Song Lyric Sharing People! Hope you’ve all had a good time however you’ve spent the festive season, and 2018 brings you everything you wish for. Continue reading
“Mummy do you think Santa’s real?”
This was the question 7YO posed for me this morning. I froze. What could I say?
There are basically three options for parents in this scenario: Continue reading
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