If only
I step across the world
from partner to daughter
with three kids as cargo.
They vomit, squabble,
refuse to walk another step
in no particular order.
I will shiver
at playgrounds and forgo
the Van Gogh museum.
It’s enough to be there
at the kitchen table
with Mum.
The shortest day
10 hours ago
each of these poems are like little portraits
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