September 17th, 2017 Posted In: Writing Tags: 2017, Birth, Children, Death, Poetry

Ectopic So missus, how are you? Going home now, that’s fine You wait two months now Before trying again Aye right son, trying again As if my battered bones Will ever move again without creaking After that guid hiding After that nasty surprise That dragged me out of bed And threw me out to sea […]