Grandparents

  • Deeply

    I think about her, sometimes, when my heart turns to sun. Nan. Her heart used to shine like that, too, which is why I can’t help but think of her when I feel intense love radiating from my own chest.… Continue reading

  • Giving Back

    What did I actually do for others, apart from give them my love? What did I do to help lift their burdens, to help them maximise their true life potential by easing (or helping to expand) life for them in… 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

  • Held

    Tonight I miss my childhood. I miss the way my Nan dipped onto to her knees and told me how precious I was to her. With her entire body, especially her eyes. I miss the way my Mum held me… Continue reading

  • Old Man

    The old man rolls out of bed at 9:45am, his silver hair dishevelled, his eyes at the watery edge of blue. He finds the girl on the couch. He says, ‘I just got back from my run and swim. I… Continue reading