Brink – a poem

Puddle cr Judy DarleyMy, as yet unborn, nephew is being induced today. Here is a poem in his honour.

Brink
On this day
when rain and sun have
both swung by
and you still sleep
deep in that dark, most secret
space, the shift will start
to wrench or nudge
you into life,
to breathe our air,
blink in our light.
To begin the existence
you and we have so far
only dreamt.

Birthday wishes

Pol and Pad

My Mum

My mum loves lavender chocolates
and chips with fried eggs
The feel of earth pressed down cool
beneath her hands;
The scent of morning in a greenhouse
Snowdrops in springtime
Green apples split in two
The colour purple (in almost every shade)
Ginger kittens soft, and spiky
A child’s hot hand in hers
Sunshine, skies and trees on hillsides
Scones with jam and clotted cream
Coffee late at night when it would
prevent others sleeping
Whimsical, unexpected things
All kinds of adventures
The whole world
Home. 

Happy 70th birthday, Mum!