Poems for My Sons

  • 15 August 2026, 12.37PM

    I’ve recently read a passage from a parenting book.
    It’s as good as a poem, just take a look:

    Love tenderly.
    Walk humbly.
    Act justly.
    Speak truthfully.

  • 10 July 2026, 7.43AM

    Breakfast is chill
    Sitting in the still
    The last whispers of night hanging on until
    Daylight creeps in through the kitchen window

    As Mummy and S take their rest,
    We breakfast in pyjamas
    Weetbix with cranberries and bananas

    Just the two of us
    Chewing in silence
    Making faces

    Precious morning moments to start the day
    Wouldn’t have it any other way

  • 28 May 2026, 9.26PM

    Sometimes you don’t remember the things that we’ve done
    Like chasing each other down The Parade listening to “Run”
    Just imagine all the laughs and all of the fun
    that will slip through our synapses as time runs
    Memories will fade and stories be forgotten
    Just hang onto the sensations these moments have begotten

  • 17 July 2026, 10.37PM

    I pull your polo out of the dryer
    Still warm, I hold it to my face
    And at arm’s length I wonder
    at its littleness in space.

  • 2 May 2026, 12.51AM

    Feeling barely alive
    Foggy, sleep deprived
    Older one wouldn’t go down
    Over an hour lying on the ground
    Now there are sudden midnight awakenings
    From uncomfortable tummy grumblings
    Feeling pretty lousy
    Fielding a pass from mummy
    Trying all sorts of tricks
    Quick! PLEASE.
    Get to the one where sleep sticks
    Rest is a distant memory
    A good night is one where wee doesn’t end up on me
    Not trying to rush to the end
    But it sure would be nice to sleep through the night again.

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