I am certain that one day
I shall be found to have drowned
in a sea of notebooks and planners.
Like quicksand, they will draw me under
and stifle my breath.
Each book not half finished
each marking new chapters,
keeping safe information
some weighty, all needful -
dates
and reminders
and meetings
and webinars
reviews
and appointments
coffee mornings
and phone calls.

All this to manage a child's different journey.

I would mind those notebooks much more
if they weren't all quite so pretty
and if their existence was not
due to love.