Slowly, I open the door.
Quietly, I walk in.
Flat out on your back
And arms spread wide like a hug,
Gently, your breath,
In and out,
In and out,
Fills my heart.
Too soon, the day will start.
Getting ready for school,
Hurrying out the house.
But for now, just sleep.
Golden hair cascades in waves
Over the pillow.
Eyelids flicker ceaselessly.
Of what do you dream?
You do not know that I am here.
You do not know how grateful I am
To be so.
Soon the day will begin.
But for now, my beautiful girl,
Softly you breathe,
In and out,
In and out.
And every breath sounds like
What does freedom mean to me?
Freedom to write about anything I like
Without worrying what they think.
Freedom to dance like I’ve had too much to drink.
Freedom to question, to figure out what I believe in.
Freedom to talk about my faith, even if people don’t like it.
Freedom from fear of death.
Freedom to pray.
Freedom to draw silly doodles and to bake flat cakes.
Freedom to jump in Autumn leaves and to read a book under a tree.
Freedom to enjoy the life that I’ve been given, for as long or short as it will be.
Freedom to be nobody else, just me.
The best me that I can be.
‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
No laptop was whirring, nor a computer mouse.
The children were tucked up in their warm cosy beds
While dreams of tablets and scooters danced round their heads.
Mum and Dad watched a box set, on sofa sat
with hot chocolate, popcorn and Toby the cat.
A glass of milk and ginger biscuits on a plate
For a special guest on coffee table did wait.
“Let’s go to bed,” Mum said yawning, “it’s getting late.”
“Soon a visitor will be opening the gate.”
“Yes,” agreed Dad, “I have wrapped all of our gifts,
I’m glad my boss hasn’t got me working night shift.”
When the family were finally fast asleep,
In the garden landed reindeer without a peep.
And out from the sleigh that they magically lead,
stepped Father Christmas, dressed in white and red.
“Reindeer, wait here. I have some gifts to deliver.”
“I’ll be back soon. I see the snow makes you shiver.”
Then the jolly old man took out his magic key
and unlocked the front door slowly and quietly.
He was just putting our presents under the tree
When he looked up with a smile and spotted me!
I had heard a noise and crept slowly down the stair
And could hardly believe who I saw standing there.
“Sorry!” I gasped. “I didn’t know you were real.”
“I am!” He chuckled. “Will you join me in my meal?”
So we sat on the sofa and enjoyed our snack
While Toby purred happily on Santa’s lap.
“What’s it like, travelling round the world,” I asked
“each Christmas eve, it must be a difficult task?”
“I love seeing all of the countries,” he replied,
like Poland, Botswana, Japan and Paraguay.
People live in interesting homes, that’s for sure,
In tents, wooden huts, caves and on the sea shore.
All children are unique in such different ways
But with a love of toys and play, they’re all the same.”
I ate my crunchy biscuit and answered “Say,
I’ve never thought of it before in that way.
The other children might not look or talk like me,
But we all need fun, and the love of our family.”
“I must be going,” he said, “I have elf-made toys
To deliver to many little girls and boys.”
I looked out of the window to see the sleigh
With reindeers and Father Christmas, flying away.
I heard his happy call as he flew out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Walking through the trees on tiptoe
Collecting fallen leaves.
Trying not to wake Gruffalo
Best to leave him asleep.
Finding mushrooms (or fairy seats)
You can look but don’t eat.
This twig a branch for owls to stand
Or could it be Stick Man?
The air is heavy with wood-smoke.
Hard to see but so real