I squeezed her chunky thighs. I breathed in her lavender scent. I snuggled into her neck. I brushed against her soft hair. I played peek-a-boo with her blankie. I returned her to her grandma. I smiled to mask my pain. … Continue reading
The question that always stops my conversation short Like most grandmother’s I am immensely proud of my granddaughter. At 4 years old, she impresses me with her language skills, her logical thinking, and her sense of humour. She is the … Continue reading
A poem about the grief Facebook aroused The photo stops me scrolling. My breath catches in my chest. The tears well in my eyes. You were a sleeping babe in the arms of my mother. Warm, safe, content. Omama looks … Continue reading