- Jul 29
- 1 min read
We’ve all been spending much more time in our own homes for the last few months due to the worldwide pandemic. Jack and I are lucky that we have such a lovely space to be, rest and grow.
Here’s my newest poem ‘Dear Mary’, a letter to the lady who owned our house back in the 70s. (I don’t know anything about her, apart from her name, and that her kitchen was blue but I’m so grateful to her for keeping this house safe for when we were ready for it.)