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FIVE MONTHS
A LETTER TO THE UNDESERVING
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would we
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Dad
after you've gone
time
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fix this
swallow me
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insular
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come dream with me
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one word
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untouchable
one and one makes two
you burn me
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THREE WEEKS
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The Talk Of Love
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For TG and LB - two amazing women that I am proud to call friend, and whose tiny ones I can't wait to meet!


From the moment that tiny fingers reach to grasp yours so tightly
Everything falls away leaving you spellbound in love.
 
And it will make you cry
Make you fierce
Make you smile
Make you fear
And grow, and learn, and learn again the things you’ve forgotten.
It will make you rejoice in small things.
 
You will lose sleep
And your feet will ache
And you will get SO TIRED of everyone else knowing what’s best.
You will learn to loathe the Wiggles
And fully believe that there are secret people you’ve never met living in your home, based on the volume of laundry you do.
 
You will come to know yourself better than ever,
To surprise yourself with how strong you can be.
They will teach you to trust yourself
And to follow your gut
And that a sleepy, powder-scented cuddle cures everything.
 
And you will feel love that you never dreamed could be so strong
And know that you could scale mountains with one arm,
If your child was asleep in your other.
 
Everything about your world will change,
Because there’s nothing in the world quite like it.
It’s miraculous
And joyous
And scary as hell.
 
And you will rock it, lady.
 
<3



© mjc 19 August 2016

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Biography

Daughter, sister, aunt, godmother, friend, public servant; self-confessed hermit, confirmed cat person, sporadic baker, irreformable yarncrafter, voracious reader; occasional wit, voluble shower vocalist, frequent sacrifice on the altar of brain-to-mouth filter fails, random shit-slinger, unrepentant purveyor of puns and dad jokes, writer and poet.

I have always lived by the theory that no matter what you do for a living - if you are compelled to write, if you wake up in the night to scrawl the contents of your dreams on a notebook beside the bed, if no event in your life seems complete without you recording it, if you are drawn to comment upon the world - then you are a writer.

These are my words.