A Day in the Life

Today is Monday. Last Friday we had visitors, a family friend of my husband from way back who I’d met a few times before. With her were two of her friends who she was staying with and who had known the area when younger. I was fine with it, showing them around the garden and…

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I’m a person first: a poem about finding my identity

Born on a council estate, couldn’t relate, Not special, not wild – just council house child; Feeling awry, not knowing why. Migration across the world, senses unfurled, becoming a Pom – caught in maelstrom; Feeling awry, not knowing why. Learned language: the twang, idiom and slang, Then back to Britain – new script unwritten Foreigner…

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