Snow Day

Alison Wilkinson Poetry

A poem by Alison Wilkinson.

Part of Me Is Made of Glass

Alison Wilkinson Loss

The early knowledge that those who mean the most to you are not invincible, that your love is not enough to save them – it turns the heart not to stone, as stories would have it.

The Rhythm of Motherhood

Alison Wilkinson because i said so

Motherhood is all rhythm and rhythm. Rhythm and rhythm and rhythm. Then stop. The pattern of mornings repeating before you, Repeating, repeating, repeating again.