Here we are.

I am blind.
I am darkness. 
The smallest cry.
Soft and high.
But I am not there. 
So, where am I?
Into the night.
Into the dark.
To the black and blue.
Where will these arms carry you?
Where will we go?
I am lost, my little one.
Amongst the trees.
And the winter breeze.
Won't wake me. 
And so, beneath the everlasting stars.
With hearts beating fast.
Big and small.
Dear little soul.
I see no more.
I feel no more.
We are weightless.
And we will float into the light.
Bright as the moon.
I am here with you.
My beautiful.
I am your mother.
Here I am.
Here we are. 

A poem for Charlotte and Zaani Tiana, mother and daughter who are no more. Who are now amongst the stars. 


Pussycat Walks the Woodland

If you go down to the woods today,
You're sure of a big surprise.
If you go down to the woods today,
You'd better go in disguise.
For there's one cat that ever there was,
Who gathers there for certain because,
Today's the day the pussycat walks the woodland.

P.S But wouldn't you actually be surprised if you were walking in the woods and you saw a cat in the tree?

Also, just a bit of context about this image... We were blackberry picking in the woodland behind our house - Mouse comes with us always - and I got blindsided by the light falling on her - she was actually glowing amongst the trees.

My husband got loads more berries than me. But it was worth it.