Grandmother

  • Truth

    I am drinking night-time tea, writing, as if to write to a lover of feelings yet to be spoken. I’ve been in the garden today. I sometimes wish my Nan was still alive so I could ask her: ‘Is this… Continue reading

  • In The Wind

    I saw her when I closed my eyes, I felt her in the wind. And I knew I had to tell her how tired I am, and how I never imagined life would be so hard. I had to tell… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 11. Nan

    She was just one of those people everyone loved. Darling, through and through. When she was good, she was like an orange wind, laced with mint and strawberry sweet. She was kind, but not in a: ‘Hi, how are you?’ sort… Continue reading