Poems for My Sons

  • 3 October 2026, 5.46AM

    H is turning four
    How time has flown
    The same year that you left us
    Who would have known?

    Look how S has grown
    He rolls around on the ground
    Flipping back and forth
    Making delightful squealing sounds

    And me, well, there’s ups and downs
    Though I’m mostly fine I think
    Or maybe I’m like a duck, floating on the surface
    Time will tell if or when I sink

    The days go by in a blink
    The boys are growing strong and loud
    I’m sure that if you were here
    You’d be proud, without a doubt.

  • 15 August 2026, 12.37PM

    I’ve recently read a passage from a parenting book.
    It’s as good as a poem, just take a look:

    Love tenderly.
    Walk humbly.
    Act justly.
    Speak truthfully.

  • 10 July 2026, 7.43AM

    Breakfast is chill
    Sitting in the still
    The last whispers of night hanging on until
    Daylight creeps in through the kitchen window

    As Mummy and S take their rest,
    We breakfast in pyjamas
    Weetbix with cranberries and bananas

    Just the two of us
    Chewing in silence
    Making faces

    Precious morning moments to start the day
    I wouldn’t have it any other way

  • 28 May 2026, 9.26PM

    Sometimes you don’t remember the things that we’ve done
    Like chasing each other down The Parade listening to “Run”
    Just imagine all the laughs and all of the fun
    that will slip through our synapses as time runs
    Memories will fade and stories be forgotten
    Just hang onto the sensations these moments have begotten

  • 17 July 2026, 10.37PM

    I pull your polo out of the dryer
    Still warm, I hold it to my face
    And at arm’s length I wonder
    at its littleness in space.

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