Sara Lewis

It was such a simple question. We laughed that you couldn't remember what you'd had for lunch. Probably because you'd been at the 'biscies' again, And had your usual cornetto as a breakfast 'afters'. It was probably that. Probably. And nobody else caught it but me of course, the slowing of your hand as you reached for your cup. A sudden smallness to your frame that I tried to ignore but could not. A shrinking once-giant miss-cloaked with a frailty that wasn’t there before. No

‘And how many children do you have?’ asks my taxi driver (I do not know what the countless other inquisitors do. I never ask.) *BRACE*...

They are not lies, you understand,⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ but carefully navigated truths...⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ this edited life of mine on display.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣...

It is late And dark And I cannot see my baby's face, The way she sleeps, His bellied laugh. The rise and fall And in and out Of her. I...