Where is my Dad?

It’s day 5 since my Dad died. I miss him so much. Yesterday I couldn’t face anything. I couldn’t do any housework or gardening. Today I made the bed and feel like I have it in me to do the dishes and tidy the kitchen. I honestly feel like a psychopath. I haven’t cried nearlyContinue reading “Where is my Dad?”

This is the last time

I found a book of poetry I wrote in my late teens/twenties. One poem really stood out to me and as I read the words, I remember who it was about and how I felt when I wrote it. Heartbroken. Friend-zoned and gutted about it. Here’s my poem – written when I was 27. “ThisContinue reading “This is the last time”