Chris Shaw : Writing

Birth Of An Anxious Mother

Birth Of An Anxious Mother

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(As a 20 year old, with a baby in a premature unit for a month, I was only too aware of infant mortality)
September Melody

September Melody

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(drifting along on the river)
I Spy Spiders

I Spy Spiders

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(For little ones and adults as well)
Leaving The last Lines Open

Leaving The last Lines Open

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(about a poem I have written but not completed)
When Words Mean Nothing

When Words Mean Nothing

A Poem by Chris Shaw


When I miss her now, I think of this and know that although it was a long time coming, she got her wish.
Confetti Kisses

Confetti Kisses

A Poem by Chris Shaw


catpcha says - ex curse
Hurricane

Hurricane

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(our Beth's bedroom, was frequently like this when she was about 8, much improved these days, though)