I wrote this poem last year, on Mother’s Day. I think it’s pretty self explanatory. I still feel the same way. Continue reading
Around this time last year, I wrote a poetic portrait of my son and our kitten. Both have shed their baby looks since April 2017. And they are more used to each other now, him less heavy handed and her more patient.
I’ve got so many pieces of writing on my computer and in journals that have never seen the light of day, so I’ve decided to do a flashback Friday thing on my blog. Not every week, just when I think of it.
This poem was written sometime in 2007 or 2008, while I was living in Melbourne and studying at Deakin. I remember I was on the long train ride to my parents place in Kerang when I wrote it, and I was thinking about the inevitable dwindling of hope in unrequited love. Continue reading