It is four months today since my mother died in what was her bedroom in my house. I was holding her hand in my hands and guiding her down a sunlit path lined with trees, at the end of which my father waited for her. He was dressed in a smart best suit, and had … Read moreWhen you lose your mum, and then the plague begins
The UK is sick and getting no better. It can feel like nobody cares. We can each only do so much but it’s important we do what we can.
He stroked his mother’s hair as she lay on the bed, lost in a fiction, sensate world of danger, phobias and betrayals. She calmed and then he said, for all the love you gave to me, I give it back to you in full but my debt to you can never be repaid for you … Read morePoem // He Stroked His Mother’s Hair