Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: Family

  • Rosena, Rosana

    Three was always tricky in friendshipunless you quietly assented to joinbut remain on the edge.Granted the favour of being second choiceif first choice wouldn’t play.Learning to swallow the sorrow of being therebut not essential—I’m Rosena, she’s Rosana, you’re just Rosie!SniggersIn the mornings,sat between another two as we aredriven to school by someone’s mum.Supposed friendsas you… 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.

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