A retired engineer, Anne worked in construction project management and estate planning for over thirty years; mainly in the public sector. She feeds her soul with poetry and enjoys writing, reading, and learning new skills. Having completed an Open University degree years ago, Anne is now widening her writing repertoire. Reading is a necessity, not a hobby, and crime is a favourite.
INVISIBLE
First published in Sarasvati Magazine
I want - wish - yearn? -
to be seen and represented.
I am not thin, or young.
My hair is grey, my clothes
are comfortable - like my shoes.
I do not recognise myself
out there - but in here,
I hunger to be seen.
NOT ALL MOTHER’S First published in Sarasvati Magazine
I hold her hand,
long moments.
Not shaken off,
not dismissed.
The tears fall
But no head shake,
no long look
of disgust.
She never showed emotion
Although I tried
The longest I held her
Was after she’d died.
GRIEF
How to explain what I’m feeling -
the loss, the numbness, the pain,
mixed up, fouled up, emotions
struggling to understand, to regain
my equilibrium, under pressure,
get back to an even keel,
trying to work through the crazy
to find a calm, safe place to heal.
She wasn’t my real blood mother,
but a friend, a family I chose,
but with the hurt, the loss I am feeling,
So far nothing else has even come close.