Third Trimester

She lowered him into his cradle, whispering sweet nothings as his eyes fluttered shut. Luke appeared at the door, catching her mid-reverie in the unfinished nursery.



Close your eyes, make a wish. Bring back the scratching of quill on parchment, The streaming of sunrise over my shoulder while I prod a book. Quiet nights filled with guitar strums and humour, Sunny evenings of sipping tea with my soul sister. Maybe a fewer nights of staring into the lonely void, And a … Continue reading Dandelions