(In memory of my mother)
When I hug My ninety year old mother It is as though I am hugging a bird: A wiry body, as if
There is a song I long to sing Hidden within me An emerging spring A song of love
You cannot know the things I know… For you cannot see them in yoursel… I know the things that make you wh… The things that make you what you… The things that someone looking fr…
When the image of my face Is reflected in my pond, I wonder if the moon and sun Will acknowledge me, forever on, As being a part of nature,
Oh let there be no sound, Music or conversation, Sweet silence is profound And is a rare occasion While we mourn together
There’s this dread Of living on our own, Of being home alone, Of feeling half-dead. We looked after mum,
Things that we carry In our heads Are sometimes too heavy to bear, Too heavy to live with, Too raw to share,
Lying in bed In the dawn light Covered in gold Imagined effigies Of ourselves to come
Away from the light In the middle of the night I recalled the sight That had given us a fright on our golden wedding anniversary…
Two horses in their field of green Do not know how lucky they are Away from the modern industrial sc… Of the chaos and pollution of the… Large and black, this father and s…
The goose, head held high, squawki… Chased the peacock across the lane In front of our car. We stopped… The peacock with long tail feather… To the top of an old stone farm wa…
Hundreds of dinners are cooking As I walk through the estate, Hundreds of husbands are drinking In the local pubs with their mates… Pork, beef, lamb, and ham,
The buddleia bush is reaching hig… Pushing up towards the sky, And bending down upon my car, So someone looking from afar Might think my car was being cares…
When we had nets on the ends of ca… And jam jars to put the tiddlers i… When we had a sixpence for pocket… And short trousers with pockets to… When we walked through fields to a…
The sun was shining as I drove into the village. Several people on the kerb stared at