Here is my poetry collection – served best with a good Pinot.
A poem about sometimes taking our children for granted : Beholden‘
“Beholden’ is a glorious mess of the gritty realism of parenting: ‘All day he’s had a yoghurt propelling snotty nose’, and ‘the fatigued and frazzled baby-Father fights’. Yet love comes through too, and rhyme is used as we look at the child with images just as powerful: ‘his chimp-like rump/his bitty belly, portly and plump’. A strong poem about not taking parenthood for granted — and I love the shades of Sylvia Plath in, ‘…like gobbling down a podgy gold watch’”
Saying goodbye to my ‘breeding’ years : Farewell my baby years
What I think when I see a fellow parent scowl at me: When I see a parent scowl
The cyclical relationship of children and their mothers: I am the back in the kitchen
My breastfeeding poem: I am the boob hostage
How I felt about my body after my second caesarean: I’d be sexy if …
A piss take of Nigel Farage’s comment regarding breastfeeding: Ostentatious
An exasperated look at why it’s always my toddler: Why is it you?
A poem about my antenatal depression: Tiny New Toes
About rekindling the romance after a trip to the country: The Wild Life
How I felt after a weight loss shake seller asked me a question: True story: Chubby Mummy
A poem about who I generally eat dinner with now: My Dinner Date
A poem for my son’s second birthday: Then & Now
And a silly rap for everyone who has been through teething Hell: The Teething rap