I run from the quiet impressing hopes and dreams onto an old worn-out passport. Sure plans made of ink they sign my life away to no place in particular, whilst young pitter-patter feet, for greatness, will not, nor hope; yet they awake on silence ...anticipating the moment.
When I was little smiles were a dime a dozen Now the years have passed yellow tulips stand by my side
The grass soft and prickly, running along train tracks. Soaring on two wheels, falling through the cracks. Sunlight peaks through leaves, piercing outer shells. Delightful squeals of laughter, spontaneous tales of old. Muted dusk the day after, quiet soles fall on the porch. Snuggle into bed, tucked tight;sweet dreams my child, sleep well, goodnight. cries the… Continue reading Remembering Footsteps
As whispers in the night take flight like two kids in a cubby we write our lives away on discoloured beige running Hail, farewell sophistication acclaimed etiquette, sacred rite usher in the age of childhood unassuming knees bent incite Words beyond comprehension did we on that day soak up unwittingly did they… Continue reading Cradling Childhood
She dug her fingers into the damp earth scooping out one soily mass after another. The small red and yellow beach-bucket sat helplessly as she stuffed it to the brim. Once full, she grabbed the handle with her grimy, little hands and tottered towards the back door where an innocuous-looking tap awaited her. She turned the… Continue reading Deaf Ears
sparkling little cheeks five steps in the sand grey hairs play hide-and-seek hair fine passing through her hand held by the wind her face young flickers a new dawn a gentle smile breaking forth through the impossible for man in expectation her spirit trebles and she skips from tree to tree looking forward to… Continue reading Every day – a new year