……….Home A southern marsh, all green and brown Is the place we call our own Our first, most restful home. Here we were hatched,fledged and taught Here we sported, played, mock-fought With other nestlings. Wingtip to wingtip we filled the sky Exulting as we learned…

Holiday in December -Poem 10   I am originally from Nigeria Born in the UK to Nigerian Parents Who met in London in 1960. I am married to a Nigerian But I am British born with Dual Nationality   We went to Nigeria for Xmas…

Her eyes were the most beautiful golden color I had ever seen, yet still she longed for brown eyes like her sisters. She carried herself with the kind of confidence that could only be used to hide insecurities. She loved horses but was terrified to…

Home now a distant memory A photograph embedded in the corners of her mind Her silhouette standing against the front gate Now broken now demolished In an empty house, an empty home Where did time go? Can she build again in this new place where…