Jo Ind

There were tears, of course, when Arch had his first day at school – and they were all mine.

They started on Friday when I dropped him off at nursery for his last day there. I came home and wept those kind of from-the-belly tears that go on for a long time.

I only cried a little bit when I saw him in his school uniform for the first time on Monday morning and then a bit more when a friend sent me this photograph and some apposite words about the love being in the letting go.

I cried remembering his first day at nursery, his first night in a cot, his first solids, the time I bagged up his 0 – 3 month baby-gros and put them in the loft. (more…)

I’d love to take the credit for this poem but I can’t. My only credit is knowing the utterly brilliant Rosie Miles. Fans of Greenbelt, read and enjoy.

If heaven (2)

If heaven might happen

it would look like a racecourse

full of people not horses. (more…)