My Grandmother (Excerpt)
My grandmother is like a Scottish pine,
tall, straight-backed, proud and plentiful,
a fine head of hair, greying now
tied up in a loose bun.
Her face is ploughed land.
Her eyes shine rough as amethysts.
The Adoption Papers (Excerpt)
I always wanted to give birth
do that incredible natural thing
that women do - I nearly broke down
when I heard we couldn't,
and then my man said
well there's always adoption
