You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
The kids weren’t there; the sun walled up with cloud
What wan Sunday noon we walked from church into!
Our walls seemed wet...
When I wake you up for morning tea
I always feel immensely fond –
You’re drowsy and not quite yet beyond...
