International Women’s Day 2022

(A post written by a woman for women.)  Catherine My daughter was a womanYoung, pretty and kindAlways ready to befriendThose who had a need.My daughter was a womanWith loves and dreamsShe liked to cookEnjoyed her bikeListened to musicWanted to nurse.My daughter was a womanPlease note I write was –My daughter was a womanWhose life was too…

The poetry of grief: Cheerful solitude

Here is a poem shared by Rosalind, a dear friend, who grieves for her beautiful daughter Hannah.  Today the sun is shining, defiantlydown on this troubled earth,boosting the budding blooms andmy heavy mood upwards and beyond. Happy now and assured, all is well.For solitude is a friend of mine, itwraps me in a cheerful blanket.Familiar…