Mother vs mother, a ​battle for the tart!

They didn’t realise what today would bring, perhaps, if they had, they would have chosen to stay in bed rather than battling the morning chill. Both parties had decided to go for a last minute Sunday shop. One mother was missing her favourite garlic stuffing, whilst the other had run out of Yorkshire puddings, both of which…

I cry out for a mother

I lurch Ceaseless in my demands, Wanting something more Yet it always slips from my hands. I lurch Muscles straining, Relentless abandonment In the life I don’t​ seem to be reining. I lurch Hoping there is something​ other, Days roll past my hands unable to grip I cry out for a mother.   Lurch

Dirt between her toes

Nose to the sky she breathes in deep Letting out a soft sigh, Chin tilted up she watches the clouds pass Dreaming of wings used to fly. Bare feet engulfed by the moist earth Dirt tickling her toes, Falling to the floor she lets out a giggle An earthy blend now staining her clothes. Her…