This was one of the first images I posted about life with Huw.  It is also a poem about walking alone with my son and the mixture of emotions such walks can bring.  Now that everyone is taking such walks every day, I thought I'd give you the text of the poem included in this image:

The Still Small Voice

You might need that – it said

But I’ve finished sneezing for today

Don’t wear that– it said

But I won’t be swimming, anyway,

Not before we go to the rocks and see

The widening circles on

The smooth, still, deep water.

Every day, calm or rough

Since the illness started,

He can never get enough

Of the lake, its boats and birds

and its stones buried in the bouldered shore

And I have watched or read or

Loved the sun or scenes of children

Teaching their parents how to play again

But today I cried.

And you needed that handkerchief 

After all

And you must wear waterproof mascara

For when the tears fall.

I am intending to offer a limited number of prints of this image unframed and on good quality paper.  If you would like to buy one, please register an interest by sending a message to me on the Unbound website.  Cost will depend on how many copies I make of it.  The image itself will be A4 in size presented on A3 paper.

Note: I used the word 'illness' when I originally wrote the poem (some 20 years ago) so that readers could more readily identify with it - now it seems prescient.