The Secret of the Sunflowers
is one that my mother knows.
How their gaze forever follows the sun,
the more that they grow
and glorious they become!
The late afternoon shadows lay forgotten behind,
they remind me of where our mother taught us
to always turn our minds.
Saturday 19th February 2022 1:54 pm
The black car is almost here.
and I remember:
Early morning, deep December.
today, I know, is the day.
Exit day, the expected day: the day to say goodbye.
A rush hour slow-slog through thin and sickly dawn.
Idiot-bright festive lights fail to sense the mood.
Mother in the back seat – quiet, watching, alone.
A red light river – a sto...
Tuesday 15th February 2022 12:37 pm
I’ve got a desire for a cheese sandwich on fresh white bread
Just like my mother used to make
I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever taste one again
You know, not any old cheese sandwich
But the ones my mother used to make
On cold winter evenings
She’d serve stew and dumplings
And her poached eggs on toast was a wonderful feast
Not ordinary eggs
But the ones like my mother...
Sunday 16th January 2022 7:40 pm