Baking memories
I do remember my grandma wearing a floral apron - always! She baked, too, and did the laundry in a twin tub which she poked with a long,...
Signatures
It's so sad that craftsmen are dying out, and even sadder that hooligans deface and destroy their intricate work.
Earth Mother
The earth is all we've got, isn't it?
Nine
The innocence of a child contemplating death. (Yes. death again!)
Empty
Sadly, this was written about a real person, a young girl who self-harmed and ended up in psychiatric care.
Horse Mother
A sad one... The frustration of the farmer and the stoic mother waiting to deliver her foal.
Dry
The word provided for this piece was 'baked'. I had already written a much longer version of this so adapted it to fit the tweet!
Beyond the window
A very similar title to an earlier poem. That's because, at the moment, all of life takes place indoors!
Ragpicker
I think this is a U.S. term. We used to call them Rag and Bone Men. Either way, it's someone who depends on the generosity of others for...
Full Hearts, Empty Beach
Nostalgia, eh? Those teenage pacts... then we grow up.
