POEM FOR STEVE

Over the years I’ve been inspired to write some of my musings as poetry. I don’t see myself as a poet and seldom set out with the intention of writing a poem. These poems just seem to happen – in the shower, as I’m lying in bed waiting to fall...

I SMALL NERVOUS

In The Beginning… Steve, my first born child, was born in 1966. I was twenty-six. Although, doctors knew from the get-go, that my baby had Down syndrome, I wasn’t told, until he was twelve weeks old. These learned men (and they were all men) didn’t think I’d “be...

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