Three years old
and arms reached high
touching the sky
on Selsley common.
I wrote this in the summer of 2020, as we were emerging from the first lockdown. Loved ones had died and been born without us being there. But over that beautiful, hard summer, there were also quiet moments of joy. Just over a year later my boys were back on the bench, a year older but still reaching for the sky.
Hear my words 
Your words and photo conjure up a sense of promise and good things to come – thank you
Thank you Mina – your kind words mean a lot xxx