A poem about a childhood memory and loss.

Assortment of grimed pots and plates,
email print offs planning dates,
soiled bed sheets and catalogues,
clumps of hair of cat or dog.

As you get older you realise just how much you need your family.

My father spoke alot of sense.

What its like now you’ve passed away!!!
A letter to my nan x.

A rift being healed between two members of my family via myself, my Nan (departed) and a little help from a medium.

For my guardian angel.

A memoir of my Nan and Pop’s house.

Written for a friend who lost his Nan earlier this month. They were very close and I felt this was the only thing I could do for him.

The shade of orange makes me feel so warm…