Slightly burnt, with crusts a little too thick. 

The last of the butter, evenly spread.

A little sweeter, perhaps? Too bland otherwise. 

Is there anything left in the cupboard? 

Jam, marmite, lemoncurd?

Maybe the marmite. 

Some will hate but others will love. 

They’ll say the taste is too strong. 


They’ll have their opinions. They’ll say. 

But still they will take, despite their talk. 

And when there’s nothing left, they’ll move onto the next,

leaving nothing but a few crumbs and an empty shelf. 



I wonder what you see, 
when I should ask: 
“What do I see?”

I wonder what you think,
when I should ask: 
“What do I think?” 

I wonder whether I am enough, 
when I should say:
“I have always been enough.” 

Vintage photos in a box

I miss you 

It was the smile I remembered the most,

Like sunshine – big, bright and beautiful.

A smile that was almost a laugh,

That brought so much life to the eyes.

It was a smile that could solve a bad day.

It could make you forgot your woes.

It could take you back to a simpler time.

It made you realise the simplicity of what life could be.

All that in a smile.

But even the brightest of smiles couldn’t cure memory’s failures.

I remember, I remember, but the memory fades each day.

It gets a little dimmer as the years go on.

Your smile. I hold on. Still shining. Still so pure.

I hold on as it’s all that I can do.

Are you still smiling?

I’m still here.

Still remembering.

Keep smiling.

Keep smiling for me.