Decision time, by Britta Benson

I wrote this poem today, inspired by David’s new W3 prompt on The Skeptic’s Kaddish. https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/05/04/w3-prompt-1-weave-written-weekly/ ‘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 the

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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 held

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 to