Born to slide

What double happiness as a parent in the snow! Pulling a bundle of joy behind, White slopes ahead, The air ringing with giggles. Watching the light reflected in young eyes that marvel at the world transformed. Sound muffled. Hands painfully alive. Hopes and prayers flung with wild abandon for a snow day and school closures….

Out of Eden

  Two hearts, for which my heart beats Are safe within a locked ward. Resting, behind swaying curtains, tended by torch-bearing nurses. I drift along empty corridors.   Outside, a deep pre-dawn stillness reigns. The air hangs damp, yet somehow less cloying than those stifling bays, with the parent’s room saturated in tears. Every car…

MAKE SOME NOISE!

It was 2.57 pm on this sunny, Sunday afternoon (now 5 hours ago), and I was back in 1995 again. The doors of the Village Hall were humming in time to the bass. I could see the disco lights. I heard the dulcet, (or rather Dorset) tones of the DJ croon ‘I LIKE TO MOOVE…

New Horizons

  You walk as one who has seen many things, Eyes to the front, to meet what is to come; Excited, primed for what the future brings, Yet still a backward glance for Dad and Mum.   School bag and water bottle held aloft, You have a stride, where once there was a bounce; Those…

Do you remember yesterday?

My son lives his life in one tense. The present. He has no conception of the future, and anything that has passed is in the past. It is yesterday. He said to me this morning  ‘remember yesterday when you jumped in the lake’? That was Christmas Day 2015.  This afternoon when I picked  him up…

Growth

You are but new to the world Yet I know you to your very bones. Deeper, indeed. I was shown you on a screen Before you arrived. As your fragile self bound itself together. Now here, you are full of the joys of Spring, Summer. Autumn. Winter: a calendar of joys Captured in moments too…

Soft Play Apocalypse

Is there anything worse than a hangover? I mean a baddun. Hmm?  Turns out there is: a hangover in a Soft Play centre. Oh God, it was awful. Worse than awful. I had one of those ones that make you feel like you’re on a stormy cross-channel ferry. Yeah, I know it was self-inflicted, but…

Some things I can still see

My week thusfar  has been dominated by things coming full-circle. Powerful, elemental and emotive happenings and moments. Gladdening completions and new beginnings. The latest of them thumped home today. My Three and three-quarter year old son discovered Robin Hood. He had been introduced to the Disney version a few weeks ago by a wise friend,…

Father time

You bought me a pocket watch before you were born. One last indulgence to mark the solemnity of fatherhood. Polished it was; never bismirched by fingerprints. Measured ticks marked out your last trimester.   You arrived early and turned nights into days and minutes into hours. The watch marked out your feeds; I like a…

Living the Pie life.

Today, on this day, I made a pie. A chicken and spring onion pie. A marvellous pie, fortified with bay leaves, spring onions, cracked black pepper and home made pastry. I also made it with my son, and  so it has become known as ‘cat pie’. By the wonderful, eccentric and often profound law of…