Annie didn’t like spiders, Oh, no - not at all, There was one in her bedroom So she screamed and hollered: ‘MUM. There’s a spider in my room, Come, take it away, please It’s black and it’s hairy And …
To Baby with Love
She sleeps, Her skin rose hue, Her pout, A delicious window of possibility, Of all that she might murmur, In the hours and days and years ahead. She sleeps, Her warm head cradling so …
Song for Spring
‘Wake up!’ beamed the begonia to the bee Spring’s here at last - come! Look and see! And the daffodils waved And the tulips bowed And the bee buzzed and danced To this magical, Spring-time …