The thing about being a woman
is that you will always be bombarded
with rows of fashion and beauty items
the marketers will want you to own,
you are spoiled for choice
and while that isn’t in any way a catastrophe,
you will soon realize that the outfits you choose
I didn’t always enjoy motherhood as much as I do this way, under the sun. As I plant my smile somewhere in between my children’s cartwheeling shadows on the sunlit grass today, I am brought back to six years ago when motherhood first greeted me like a rush of huge wave...
Motherhood, as it turned out, isn’t as straightforward as looking into
while bearing a sparkle in mine
while cradling you with a familiar lullaby
as I rest my cheeks against this warm headrest on the family’s old rocking chair.
No, it isn’t as straightforwa...
There are days when I would run out of words to say
because poetry would have cartwheeled its way
in between our sweaty palms
as we rush down our favourite sunlit fields
in fits of laughter
hand in hand,
or in between your tangled curly hair I couldn’t braid in betwe...