Outlook I count my blessings Even crosses I convert until everyone, Despite the evidence Thinks me lucky, And some would say Spoilt. It’s a talent I was born with My face prefers to smile My eyes to shine And my language strains towards laughter Even read more

He’ll Soon be Back I’m sick of it nowThoroughly – heartily – sick of it Sick of seeing your eyes brim your face crumple and your pain trudging up the path Sick of those two blue cases being stuffed and carted away Sick of trying read more

Gleam I was fifty-two before I had my first dishwasher Now at fifty four I have two It was love at first sight first plop of tablet, first facial in the post cleaning steam how brazenly the cutlery shone the glasses gleamed and pots glowed read more

Isabel In that wayOnly babies knowYou throw yourself at me Nothing withheldNo how do I lookWill she want meDare I risk this In that wayOnly adults canI scoop you upand enfold you utterly Together we define trust LaterYou spot me across the roomStopping only to read more