This poem is dedicated to my cousin Tanith Fester who is growing up to be a lovely, “Little Woman”. Yesterday? Oh no, 12 years has since passed For I was 10 when you were born. Never had I seen a babe so beautiful and so pure. Stella-Dawn had some difficulties, So you were born of … Continue reading Tanith-Cheesy

Healing Hands

Healing Hands is a poem I wrote and submitted as part of my final ethics examination in my final year of my BSc. Physiotherapy degree (2014). I would like to thank my lecturer Dr. M. Rowe for structuring the module in such a way that I could explore it creatively and fuel my love for … Continue reading Healing Hands