Harvey
It’s six in the morning …
And I saw my grandson born today
Six pounds three ounces
Wet flesh on trembling hands
Big eyes and tiny fingers
To Virginia Heywood – a son
Tears fall on swollen cheeks
Fresh flushed from labour
Outside
Dawn becomes day
Look
A sun-kissed welcome from periwinkle skies
Hello
“Being at home can be fun, insulating, relaxed, boring or isolating ... depending on how the day is going.”*
School holidays are almost over in my part of the world – six long weeks of noise and squabbling balanced by hot, lazy days at the beach or the pool with lots of daring exploits and laughter. Many of our days were spent at home, basking in simple pleasures like baking, playing games or outdoor pursuits – trying to relax the everyday routines of school-morning bustle and ‘having to be somewhere on time’. However pleasant, I must admit to being relieved that life gets back to normal next week, and I can reclaim some of my own time for writing again!
* From Being Mummy by Anne‑marie Taplin published April 2007