Inside my heart: a poem

My heart is drifting upwards Held only by a fragile piece of string Floating high amongst the clouds A balloon, about to burst from pain.   One end of the string, tied securely to my heart The other end held firmly by many sets of hands My true love, my boys and my friends Gently and lovingly…

My cats

Yesterday my eldest son and I had to take the cats up to what they would call bootcamp. It is gut wrenching, as they cry all the way. Boris cries every couple of minutes, a loud howling meow that pierces your heart like a sharp long bladed serrated knife. Star, the older slightly more spoilt…