It feels like I can breathe a sigh of relief, perhaps. Not that he is home yet, But out of the woods, let’s say. A funny week, Of tenterhooks and distracted anxiety. Of offered prayers, Of thankfulness.
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#60
These children, they don’t sit down! They play, they fight, they colour and learn to ride a bike in one day. They jump off the slide, don’t sit still at dinner, can’t wind down enough even to watch TV. They talk all through the bedtime story, Because they keep thinking of things to say (soContinueContinue reading “#60”
#59
The moon is as bright as a lamp tonight; it lights the road as I walk across. The wind whips the bushes and trees up into a fury behind me. I am glad for the yellow warmth of home, for the door opened to welcome me in.
#58
After eating a good meal that we will remember for a long time, we wander around the cobbled streets of this old town. We head up to St Chads to see the fireworks, and they open the gates to let us in- an unexpected gift. The fireworks open like flowers before us in the blackContinueContinue reading “#58”
#57
They go on a bear hunt today. Swishing through the long grass, hunting for gummy bears. They crawl under a willow dragonfly and then mould mud pies on their palms. They eat porridge cooked on a campfire in the burning sun. And afterwards, in the shade, They dip their toes in the cold, cold stream.
#56
They start at the bottom, Go a little way, Have us catch them. ‘Again’, they say, ‘A bit higher’ ‘Catch me!’ ‘Push me!’ We sledge at Inwood on steep grass banks. It lights up their eyes, Just as it surely did for us when we were young. And I realise that in so many waysContinueContinue reading “#56”
#55
It rings in my ears, the quiet in this house, here, now. I can sit down without wondering where Ben is or what he is chewing. I can hear children (not mine) shouting, two fields over. A car hums along the road. The rocking chair creaks as Joel sits down. He starts to talk, slowly,ContinueContinue reading “#55”
#44
She whines after her nap, Fell asleep in the car with Daddy On their way back from Sainsbury’s But she shouldn’t sleep really, She’s too big. When she woke, Red cheeked, with hot tears, I told her Eva was coming, Her little friend, her cousin, And she stopped, just like that.
elisabeth pike 