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Take my hand
Meltdown. First it was breakfast decisions. I offered too few choices. Then a pee, he insisted I told him to do a poo and no explanations to the contrary would convince him. (“Body no need to do a poo, mummy say have to do a poo.” Wailing.) Annabel now was crying in the highchair…
As I stand at the window he runs by,An armful of fresh mown grass, his dimplesFlash in the evening sun.In my arms a baby squirms.David is digging a new bedWhere the rhubarb and gooseberry grow.As I watch, still separate in my window, he runs and leapsAnd grass…
“Oliver, what do you want for Christmas?”“Maybe not anything.”“Nothing! Are you sure?”“Hmm. Maybe robot.”“A robot! Okay. Anything else?”“Oliver want nose…
Every morning she comesStalking through the buttercups.She doesn’t take shit from anyone.Particularly the blackbirds. She really hates blackbirds.Every morning she comesSwooping after…
There are times, if only for a moment, when the planes of life align and perfection is reached.
A warm spring day, the wafting scent of flowers on a gentle breeze, cherry blossoms, the…
Dinner was finished and Oliver began walking in circles around the table.
“Come on, little circler, time for bed,” David said.
