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Decision time, by Britta Benson

I wrote this poem today, inspired by David’s new W3 prompt on The Skeptic’s Kaddish. ‘Write a poem that includes some form of the word hope’. He supplied a poem of his own, an etheree – a new form for me. It’s basically like this: one syllable for the first line, two for theContinue reading “Decision time, by Britta Benson”


In the days, by Britta Benson

This time, two years ago, I was sitting at my mum’s bedside, waiting for her to die. After fourteen months of fighting leukaemia, my mum had decided it was time to stop fighting. I spent ten very intense days with her, watching her transition from here to there. A quiet death. Dad and I heldContinue reading “In the days, by Britta Benson”

My grandmother was…, by Britta Benson

Today’s poem goes hand in hand with my post on ‘Britta’s Blog’ about my grandmother. She died in 1974, when I was four. The first person who died ‘on’ me. I know, my grandfather died just before my first birthday, but I have no memory of him. My mum’s mum was the first person toContinue reading “My grandmother was…, by Britta Benson”