Jennifer Funnell

Can I express nostalgia for the child I used to be?

Spending time by the sea, in the glens, jumping rivers in the rain?

Now I live in the city.

I don’t sit in the garden for hours, I don’t pick daisies and I don’t search for lucky four-leaf clovers

I don’t have a stray cat to feed.

I don’t pick berries and I don’t go on long hilly walks.

My sisters are grown up, we have others to lean on now.

I don’t scribble, I draw now.

I can write better than I used to.

I can talk with more maturity.

However,

I am just as sensitive as I was.

I can use it to my advantage now.

I can put my feelings into words, and write them down.

Taken from a note in my sketchbook:

Thanks for reading!

Jenny