A Poem written by my Great Niece Kitty Cotton aged 12 years.
In it there are ribbons
for drowning out a voice of an embarrassing Dad.
There are a few
which come first, by far.
There is an entirely new colour,
An entirely new clothing line,
An entirely new sweet.
There is a glass pool
with a party inside.
There is the sea
turned upside down.
There is a fox with no brush.
A pack of cards without an Ace.
A land with no sky.
Somewhere in the corner of a girl’s head lies
a spark of friendship and a glow of love.
© Kitty Cotton