#Fowc #Child

to two special little people

It’s not the refusals

or the sulking

or the crying

It’s not the tantrums

the tears

or those volcano moments

But its those moments in the day

when you’ve picked out your lunch

and we’re eating fish finger butties

Or we’re on the football pitch

and you’re running round the astroturf

like stevie G

Or it’s time for bed

and i’ve let you play a game

just before a bedtime story

Those are the times

i’m happy to say –

that you’re my Nephew.

Beach Food Poetry


With Christmas drawing to an end, I thought I might share this piece I wrote for the Great British Write Off, hosted by Forward Poetry to get you in the mood for warmer spells.

Little Jim’s done something very bad!

He played a trick on his Mum and Dad,

enjoying an extra seaside tea –

Wolfing down the fillings with some glee.

It would not been as bad, before –

If bread had not met seaside floor.

And so, the butties, once so grand

have fillings that are mainly – Sand.

To avoid detection, he will sit

by the sandwiches – now full of grit

Whilst Mum and Dad wonders, what’s hiding in their tea?

That extra filling that’s come from the sea.