blessed – Smith Shine Poetry

At Times

I see that I’m lucky, to have a job. I know it is my honour, to call her my wife. I understand I’m blessed, they call me Daddy. It’s just at times I need to remind myself.

With the sound of a penny dropping I was hit by surprise. When I realised just why I love cemeteries so much, in particular a church with a graveyard on it’s grounds. I was listening to Jordan Peterson talk about the works of the psychologist Carl Jung, when it did strike. As a young boyContinue reading “The Graveyard”