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  • About Me

    October 11, 2019 by

    I have enjoyed writing since I was a little girl. Being an avid reader from my early years, I took a particular interest in poetry, penning rhyme and freeform verse as a child as well as journalling later on. I enjoy being out in nature, singing, cooking and gardening, just to name a few hobbies.… Read more

  • Fixing My Eyes

    March 29, 2020 by

    I’ve tried all week to watch a movie on Netflix but I just couldn’t settle and concentrate. At first I obsessively checked the Coronavirus death/case counts for the countries mentioned, studying the graphs, trying to predict what would happen next, awake past midnight and getting more anxious by the minute. Then I began to worship.… Read more

  • Mother’s Day Poem

    March 3, 2020 by

    A new life waits to come into the world And the mother is filled with joy As she feels the movement of life within her; A beautiful girl or boy. She doesn’t know who her child will resemble And his character is not yet revealed, Yet within her maternal heart, she finds, A promise of… Read more

  • Crucified

    March 3, 2020 by

    How could You have stood there, Without a word to say, As they jeered and mocked and bound You up Leading You away. I would have had a thousand words To silence all their lies, But every word You didn’t say Was spoken through Your eyes; For while they made a fool of You, And… Read more

  • Round and Round

    February 29, 2020 by

    My family and I decided to check out an annual food, music and wine festival tonight. The kids played on the playground and we bumped into some old friends we hadn’t seen for a while. We heard two bands and then my hubby and son rode the dodgem cars together. It was wonderful giving my… Read more

  • The Worth Of Words

    February 18, 2020 by

    When I was growing up, I knew from a very young age that I was super sensitive. Words hurt me or built me up with incredible ease on both accounts. I would mull over what was said, trying to squeeze every inch of meaning out of the words. I would analyse until I could go… Read more

  • Winter Concert

    February 12, 2020 by

    Standing there under warm lights, Violin raised and bow drawn, I found you in that sea of faces At sweet, innocent, fifteen. I’d never seen you through that lens And perhaps never will again- A thrill not equalled on that stage- Proud moment standing still. As I played, you did not know The ballad became… Read more

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