My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: love

  • 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.

  • Too

    I am too.Too sensitive.I feel your displeasureI don’t know what to doSo I just feel it.All day. All night.I wish I could change it.I am too eager.You asked a questionWanted a volunteer.Pick me!I think.I have an idea.I am too slow.Tardy.Late.I was feeling those feelingsAnd trying to decideIf I said too much.Again.Then I realised the time.Too.I… 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.

  • 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.

  • Christmas thoughts (Note to self)

    I get so caught up in the stuff of Christmas. I know what really matters about it – love, family, the nativity. I mean I really do believe in the first Christmas – that our world was forever changed when the son of God was born to us at Bethlehem. But I still get so… Read.

  • Something I wrote

    For anyone reading this who has enjoyed my poetry, I’d like to share that my book – my debut collection – is now available on Amazon. I’m also sharing again the first poem I shared in this blog, because it is the title for my book, and was the moment I thought of trying to… Read.

  • At my most childlike

    I am at my most childlikeat the onset of autumn.The first crisp morning brings goosebumpscaused not by cold airbut by anticipation.I hunt through cupboards for jumpers, boots and scarves – packed away hurriedly in the search for flip-flops and sandalsjust a few months ago – but now drawn out and greeted againas old friends.The air… Read.

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