Six: Silly Poem

Six. Not enough to grow with. Image by Peggy und Marco Lachmann-Anke from Pixabay

April

  In April, I reach my forty-ninth milestone. In April, I am already too young to be cost-effective. In April, I celebrate my usefulness to myself. In April, I become myself. In April, I write and write and write. In April, I blossom into a youth that is me. In April, I am.   Copyright…

Something Important

Today, she is told; today, she is surplus to requirements; no longer required in the gap between the squeeze to make a profit. Squished and squashed, until she can slip through the gap unscathed, she lands – plop – into a freshly-ploughed field. Fertilised, nourished and watered, she feels, for the first time, that she…