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A selection of my poetry:
Poem for Mother’s Day
A poem for all mummies who have lost a little one.
Poem inspired by a broken doll that I saw on a visit to Auschwitz-Birkenau in 2007.
This poem was inspired by memories of my Dad in his last few months in a nursing home.
Friends Clump is located on Ashdown Forest. This poem is dedicated to my Uncle John.
Stimulated from a writing exercise at University, this reminded me of my Grandma’s house and her skill with a needle.
Inspired by another writing exercise – this one recollecting an item of clothing we wish we had kept.
Drawing on the theme of baby loss and following research into the Victorian practice of photographing dead babies.