a cute goat of soap
braved the darkness of the plane
softly cupping hands

my grandmothers face
glowing in remembrance
little purly shells

off to giggle fest
lip gloss takes priority
bulging suitcase sides

evenings street light
will never match the wholeness
of the rising moon

intently she played
in the miniature doll house
dreaming of her girl

sounding like horses
tobacco tins tied to feet
we ran with the herd

glitter trails so fine
traipsing around the garden
on easter morning

more and more bangles
jewels of plastic and metal
riding up her arm

on the veranda
attempts to swallow raw egg
relieving boredom

the school holidays
time for inventive gaming
tongue stuck to freezer

mouth ulcer party
new meaning to a faceache
dancing dots of pain

pick myself up now
looking forward to next trick
the show must go on

hospitality
greatfull folks of offerings
palms facing upwards

people come and go
like warm wind caressing skin
like a memory

my hometown water
soft silky liquid of life
more than quenching thirst

flying overhead
I hear her thinking hello
catch you for dinner

garlands and flowers
positioned around my home
making of a dream

garlands of poems
mighty words of love and peace
adorning my room

yearning here tonight
exploring the word garland
fingers molding shapes

little boy not well
4am the stomach groans
toilet worshipper

she nests her poems
with her mobile phone as one
capturing her words

re-tightening hearts
oh the pleasure so divine
softening daily life

many months go by
families together now
hearts re-united

advocating sigh
her babies togetherness
my concern released

wispy white clouds drift
building up on each other
rising to let forth

crispy mornings tease
promising a cooler time
build-up afternoons

a new softness heard
in the voice of a mother
through tiers of loving

his eyes changed colour
the subtleness of loving
embossing the heart

large raindrop clinging
anchoring the palm leaf tips
sweetest waters shine

bloody telephone
ruling where once was calmness
ringing round my brain

family gathers
celebrating years gone by
both old & young sing

taking tender hurts
into my heart for storage
dissolving in prayer

yarn bombing makes sense
reminding folks of days gone
gentle tactile life

dizzy spells are rife
the menieres episode
reflecting my life

third day of autumn
rummaging for the doona
disturbing a web