Charterhouse

And what have I loved the most, this weekend?
Walking out of the wedding speeches to see lovely Charterhouse at dusk,
where the children ran and ran across the cricket green,
their bare feet upon the wet lawn.
And then today, on the blowy beach with blue-grey clouds on the horizon, where we paddled gingerly and buried Sam up to his neck in the sand.
There was the space, you see, to be quiet and to run and run, and this is what I most needed.

EDIT: This poem was eventually turned into a poem print and features in my book There You Are, a collection of 34 hand lettered and illustrated poems about motherhood. You can find it here.