My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Category: Poetry

  • What if?

    I tried to imagine the Easter story in the Bible as if Jesus hadn’t completed what he came to do. What if he hadn’t died? How would that change everything? The very first Easter, in my dream,The Lord God didn’t dieHe lived on earth so perfectlyAnd then, I don’t know why,When he could have saved… Read.

  • Season

    Where once the bare branchNow the new leafWhere once the berryNow the budAll is freshFull of surprise and delightAnd all is expectedLonged for And known –Like a lover’s faceOr a mother’s hands Read.

  • For P -with love

    Sometimes we get a chance to say goodbye and thank you. I did, in a letter. She wasn’t a relative but I had always known her. Happy first Mother’s Day in heaven. She talked so muchI could not get a word inBut she lived aloneSo she needed to shareShe talked about folksAs if I had… Read.

  • Drowning in notebooks

    I am certain that one dayI shall be found to have drownedin a sea of notebooks and planners.Like quicksand, they will draw me underand stifle my breath.Each book not half finishedeach marking new chapters,keeping safe informationsome weighty, all needful -datesand remindersand meetingsand webinarsreviewsand appointmentscoffee morningsand phone calls.All this to manage a child’s different journey.I would… Read.

  • Not an elegy

    The other day my dad said he wanted to give me a gift now and not wait for me to receive it when he or my mum are no longer here. How lovely.And I thought how often we do this with words. We save some of our finest speeches to be spoken in remembrance of… Read.

  • Once more

    Once more we are safely through the nightOnce more safely throughAnd the birds do sing in the sky againLike we expect them toAnd once more part the clouds againPermitting the sun to shineAllowing the ground to breathe againThe darkness to resignOnce more the buds do form againThe shoots break from the earthOnce more we feel… Read.

  • Fragile

    There’s an experience common to many with neurodiverse conditions that is baffling and sometimes upsetting. The feeling that other people are rejecting you, either what you have to offer or you yourself.Apparently this has a name: rejection sensitive dysphoria or RSD.Of course, there will be people who don’t like us in life, but RSD relates… Read.

  • You may be gone

    You may be goneBut I keep finding youIn places I don’t expectLike sand after a holidayOr glitter after ChristmasPerhaps I should have tidied you awayA little betterBut I don’t want to forgetSo I must liveWith these contradictory hopesSide by sideOneThat I would heal and soonThe otherThat I would never recover Read.

  • Stage angel

    We saw you that time, at the Sondheim,do you remember?The thunderous applauseas you enteredthen the hush as you began to speak -we gazedwondering what you really are.We wonderbut without manic hysteria -there is no screaming surge,no clamour that desiresit knows not what.Do we see something unearthly perhaps?A gift so astonishingwe are just grateful to have… Read.

  • Awkward

    I am socially awkward at times. It’s not something I really thought about until I had to attend a webinar about ADHD. It was being considered that one of our children had ADHD, but it turns out that I do too. I remember sitting there taking notes, not thinking of my children at all. Instead,… Read.

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