For Our Lost Children | A Poem

Another morning dawns bright and clear, a winter’s day, cold and still. I should be glad, but I’m gripped by fear, heart heavy, slowed by an aching chill. I feel only empty and sad. * I miss their… Read More

Daughter | A Poem

I wrote this a few years back, at a time when I was never far from the fear of losing her. Looking into her eyes is to look into the Skerries sea, on a silver morning. * The… Read More