Most people remember their passing months as a series of birthdays, parties, exams, reunions etc. Well there are some unfortunate souls like me who along with those occasions, have a chronology of mother-natures dear visits that just have to be dealt with a grim face.

You know what they say about the best laid plans.

A poem telling all my friends what I hate to see them do.

When I was a child, I couldn’t travel in the car, but now I am cured, thank goodness.

I have stomach problems.

What its like to be pregnant ,especially the first three months?

A poetry piece on how it feels to be in debt or to have a massive problem that you’ve been hiding..

First aid poetry.

Poetry for stability.

Stanzas, words, sentences, make me sick.