First tummy bug
Something different about his cry / two wide eyes in the dark / the tang of sick scratching the air
Something different about his cry / two wide eyes in the dark / the tang of sick scratching the air
Looking through my archives, I realised I've never posted the poems I wrote for the poet/artist collaboration I did with Timo Rannali back in 2005. So here they...
That magical moment when you realise you made an impact in someone else's life.
The way their blond hair hums in the sunlight.
It is the fleeting moments, the seemingly unimportant ones that send a positive ripple through other people’s lives.
I wrote this poem about my second son when he was little and hilarious. (He's still hilarious.)