Grief and Loss
Let Her Rest
Let her restYou are aliveYet in a grave you stay Let her restShe feels no illIt’s peaceful where she lay Let her restYou wrestle and writheBut best to let it be Let her restYou know her wellFar more than memory…
I can’t breastfeed…and other revelations to me
“Fed is best”. The first time I heard that phrase was when I was having a deep and meaningful conversation with a friend after having my daughter. Prior to having my daughter I had attempted to collect breast milk antenatally,…
Learning to Swim
One of the biggest obstacles in my life was that I couldn’t swim. From the annual school swimming carnival, to birthday invitations at friends’ pool parties, to beach holidays…Not being able to swim and trying to hide that fact was…
Time with Mum
There is a chasmic, cyclical, unquenchable grief. I wish for the hands of time to unwind. Then I would reclaim that unique moment I felt adequate peace. A point in history where I could embrace my mum, wrapping my hands…
