Five
I’m five today, how very grown up. The things I have learnt to do. I can brush my hair, clean my teeth and tie a bow in my shoe. I can carry a bag, when we visit the store. I can walk and run and skip. I can swing on a swing, slide on […]
The Poems of David Garlick
I’m five today, how very grown up. The things I have learnt to do. I can brush my hair, clean my teeth and tie a bow in my shoe. I can carry a bag, when we visit the store. I can walk and run and skip. I can swing on a swing, slide on […]
Fall has arrived! Trees, splendid in their autumn finery, dance with the wind. Branches weave and bow making the streets gay with brilliant confetti. Children shriek in delight as they scatter mounds of leaves patiently piled by adults. The tang of bonfires bites nostrils. Dogs retrieve long lost bones – found in cleared flower […]
Emma has a “stand up stool,” it makes her almost tall. which is really rather useful when you are very small. She never needs a helping hand, to see what’s on a shelf; she never asks ”Please lift me up.” It’s, “I can do it by myself!” She drags the plywood platform […]
The Oleanders smelled so sweet as home from school we, hand in hand, walked and talked of childish things and felt our friendship grow to love. Then jeers and laughter spoilt our dream. To love was shameful, not for us – who were just children in a world where cruelty was part of life. […]