• Family,  Slider

    The House with the Bright Red Door

    When I was a little girl, I always wanted to play mummies and daddies. I obviously always wanted to be said mummy. I remember walking around with a doll up my top pretending to be pregnant. I remember going to garden centres that sold these beautiful play houses that I would always run to and beg my mum and dad for. I never got one of the play houses from a garden centre, though. Instead I got the most beautiful little play house that my dad built for me. He built in two little windows with window boxes that we planted up with pretty flowers. I had a bright red…

  • Poetry

    Darling Girl

    Oh darling girlLet me carry youJust for todayJust for a little bitLet me hold you tightRest your head on my chestI’ll stroke the hair out of your eyesListen to the sound of my heartBeating calmly in my chestClose your eyesJust breatheLet your troubles float awayFind peace in the quietSleepOh darling girl;It’ll be alright