New Poem

Dear all;

Was going to upload some photographs from a day trip to Chester the other day but it won't let me put the wires in here tonight, so instead I'll give you a new little poem from a workbook... It is perhaps a little personal, but although it is not perfect by any stretch of thought - the piece does mean a lot to me

Sian's Poem

Summer's escape, the door lies open.
Across Autumn's dusky paths
with leaves stuck on the heels
of your shoes
and winter where I can remember
the wind blowing your hat
off your head
and by the time
we got back
to your mum's
your hair had gone white
and your brother said
it made you look 60.

How things change.