Loving grandparents were always there to house me, feed me, teach me, grandmother in charge of my care while my parents struggled daily. Now only a handful of monochrome photographs remain as tattered ghosts of the past, but my love of home, stories, poems and music still cast their light on the present. They are forever present. Kim M. Russell, 29th April 2022
It’s Friday, the penultimate day of NaPoWriMo 2022, and the prompt asks us to channel our inner Sleeping Beauty, in which various fairies are invited to her christening and bring her gifts, but one is not invited, and her revenge is a curse on the princess. Our challenge is to write poems in which we muse on the gifts we received at birth: actual presents, like a teddy bear, talents like a good singing voice, or circumstances like a kind older brother, as well as a ‘curse’. A brief one today.