Wednesday, 23 December 2009


When Andrew bursts out singing;

first – a shock – and then delight

like a snow-fox seeking freedom

dots a barren moonscape,

catching pools of light.

He sings without a warning

- other throats join in - my son

donates his heart and voicebox,

irrepressible life-force

croons outlandish songs.

1 comment:

  1. beautiful poems, enjoying so much - best wishes to you and your family this Christmas