Tiny Oliver

My heart stopped, the tears how they rolled, Evidence of those two pink lines, oh so bold, A dream I was living up until then, With daily injections from the nasty little pen, Fertility Clinics and online forums, Long tube journeys and re-mortgaging sums, ICSI and blastocysts and forced conception, Donation of my eggs and careful selection, Genetic [...]

Me without you

The washing is hanging in the garden, gently dancing in the breeze. I’ve worked hard all day, decluttering, minimising and tidying my home, my nest. Fresh towels are folded in the bathroom and each cupboard in the flat organised, with the five spice and John West tuna neatly arranged as you would expect. Letters are [...]