4 Years Since My Mother Died

Four years ago today, my mother died. I think I have probably covered the particulars of that day already within this blog, so I won’t go back over them. A preoccupying thought I have at times, is the wish to go back in time and try to warn her that if she carried on down…

Children Need Us This Christmas

Christmas time is upon us once again and as it is me, I tend to be reflective. There is a very sad side to Christmas for me – having to deal with the grief of getting to another Christmas without my two eldest daughters. That sadness, but also just being a mother in general means…

Another Sad Christmas (with some nice bits though)

When I was really little, when I believed in Father Christmas, it was magical. There were traditions and rituals that we would go through each year on Christmas eve – my mother would take us up to bed, singing Jingle Bells and a big white paper sack that was nearly as tall as me would…

Poem: Addiction

Addiction Dangerously drinking up your darkness Daring to lose myself in an abyss I want to hurt to prove I’m alive And through hate know you better   Course through my veins Scream through my system Consume my soul Make me less human Rage me open Until my heart gives in Written 8th December 2004,…