Teedy was born in Sheffield, Yorkshire, England in 1966. The only child of working class parents, Teedy attended Bradford University and qualified as a teacher.
Blessed with the gift of dyslexia Teedy has made writing one of her specialist subjects and poetry is her greatest love. Teedy draws a great deal of inspiration from 'people watching' and her own experiences of 'Northern life'.'Poetry is a wonderful art form for capturing and reflecting the diverse and often complex world in which we live'. Teedy's favourite poets are W H Auden and Wilfred Owen. 'Give me the true, harsh, grit of realism over flowers and nightingales any day! '
'If I died I would like to be reborn as John Cooper Clarke' Teedy xxx
Harold and Betty, a nice couple I’m told,
Adopted a boy, just seven days old.
This perfect arrival, so rosy and sweet,
Gave Harold and Betty a family complete.
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As I lay down upon your bed,
A million thoughts run through my head,
Not least of all, I have to wonder,
Why you chose to work ‘down-under’.
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I fear my little child.
I fear that she will not feed and grow strong and healthy,
I fear that she will stop breathing when I am out of the room or selfishly asleep,
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It really is annoying when you can't read black on white,
You just get lost so easily because you can't tell left from right.
When words all look like pictures and letters jump around,
And mathematics baffles you because it has no sound.
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If hell is other people...then you are my road to heaven,
I trust you with my life and would offer mine in return,
To you my imperfections are of no consequence,
You do not speak harshly of me to others,
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