Polly Want a Cracker
Polly Want a Cracker  A unt Alma had an aviary now and spent the long summer evenings with her birds, While Albert no longer needing her...
She Smells the Rain
She Smells the Rain          S he smells the rain on me again, behind the still warm stove. I have brought winter, though, in to her....
Love Letters
Love Letters  B efore she got too old then, to forget, my mother burnt all my father's letters from the war. A blustery winter...
My Grandmother's Shawl
My Grandmother’s Shawl  M y grandmother’s crocheted shawl has come undone. It cannot any longer control the temperature of a winter sun:...
On Collecting Dickens
On Collecting Dickens  G randmother got them all by slow degrees after the war on a pension from book clearance tables at Myers for...
When I was Young
When I was Young  W hen I was young and soft tones were in all the colours of my scarves and jumpers my mother worked a rackety loom of...
On a Star Caught in a Tree
On a Star Caught in a Tree for my daughter  S eated on the front garden seat, the sky is a middle-aged blackboard of both sign and...
Sunbeams
Sunbeams for my son  F rom cooking pot and steam late afternoon light  thick kitchen air sunbeams  the children hold like golden...
Her Colouring Book
Her Colouring Book for Jessica            B efore you were old enough to draw or even hold a pencil properly  you smuggled my felt-tip...
Country Christmas Morning
Country Christmas Morning  T hree trees on the broken hill's face bare now for brown and rock  the road that winds out in ungraded heat...
