At the sound of your
giggles, falling like
soft rain upon the wall
of fog i’m trapped behind
I can’t get out yet
I feel you
and for a while
the world becomes a lighter shade of grey
my heart takes a gulp
and you’re
like the sunshine
running after the rain.
The somewhat inane ramblings of a semi-crunchy 30-something stay at home mum based in the NW of the UK. Mum of Thing One (10yrs), Thing Two (8yrs) and The Dude (5yrs) & Moomin (Born Aug 2014). Wife of the long suffering Husband.
In search of the meaning of life, sanity and Gin.
Breastfeeding | Co-sleeping | Babywearing | Mental Health | M.E | Left-wing
