The alarm goes off for the first time in weeks – No – Months. She is already awake, Bouncing and …
In the Meadow. A poem by Fran Bardsley
They surge into the meadow like an unstoppable force; Two golden retrievers unleashed, fueled by pure unbridled joy Their long …
Lucky. A poem by Fran Bardsley
The hour is late. The work pushes on, relentlessly. Unwashed laundry surrounds me while Sleep nudges the corners of my …
The Impossible Dream. A poem by Fran Bardsley
They made a silent pact on our behalf, Those hungry, trail-blazing women. They were told “You can have What we …
Where is the Calm? A poem by Fran Bardsley
Where is the calm Of which I hear tell? Where are the children who wake late, Refreshed, Freed from the …