Sleep

Sleep

A change is as good as a restA shower’s as good as a restA cuppa’s as good as a restA swim is as good as a restFresh air is as good as a restNothing’s as good as a two hour nap
My Womb Smells Like Pastrami (a poem about birth)

My Womb Smells Like Pastrami (a poem about birth)

My womb smells like pastramiI know it sounds quite barmyYou arrived helped by an armyLooking pink as a salamiAnd you smelled like pastramiAnd because you are from meIt makes so much sense, see(Well, they did butcher me)
Bedtime

Bedtime

There’s washing to be doneAnd still you feed onThere’s dinner to be madeBut you want to be swayedThere’s telly to seeYou won’t let go of meThere are sisters to callYou curl up in a ballThere are parents to SkypeYou grouch and you gripeThere are husbands to seeYou...
Let Myself Love

Let Myself Love

I hold your sleeping bodyCocooned in the crook of my armExamine your crinkly lidsAlien feetRosebud lips“Why don’t you put her down dear?Get some rest yourself?’But, for now, I’m going to let myself love youI rock your tense, taut bodyContained in the curve of my...