Poetry

She is no more A light has been extinguished and the world is a poorer place.   No. I correct myself. She is not gone, she is still with me and I love her so much.

The suddenness of her departure came as a vast shock. She had clung to life as tenaciously as a limpet to a rock. But her acceptance of her final breath as though she had been blessed with relief long sought from suffering and pain took …

We should not survive our children, it is contrary to every single grain of pride and hope and nurturing love.   It flies in the face of the biblical promise of three score years and ten.   How horrifying then that we the parents may …

My lovely daughter Emily is fighting for her life. She may not be aware of it beneath the surgeon’s knife, admitting of a doubt for her is never rife.   I wish I might have half as much courage in my own meagre confrontations with …

  There is an invisible tie that links my daughter and me. Though not visible It is as strong and as sharp as tempered steel.   Though we have spent so much time far apart, the bond has never weakened, and nothing can diminish the …

She had known much happiness and not a little pain that she had always sought, until the last, successfully to overcome. Her children had given her so much joy . . . The light that shone from her eyes when she observed her son or …

There is an invisible tie that links my daughter and me. Though not visible It is as strong and as sharp as tempered steel. Though we have spent so much time far apart, the bond has never weakened, and nothing can diminish the way we …