As children, we would say our forevers
Beneath the sun; cradled by its warmness.
Each child is as another to a child;
Rank or station does not thwart endeavours... more »
He died upon the cross tonight,
As God reclaimed his mortal son
The world around was stripped of light.... more »
An old woman once told me
That she’d met Thomas Hardy
When she was just a nipper.
I confessed myself impressed
By this literary reference,
But could not help but wonder:
“Have you, in your century
Of life, done some other thing
That could be worth mentioning? ”
She frowned and considered me
Before answering slowly,
“I can’t think of anything…”
This was to her seeming satisfaction,
To have her life defined by simple chance;
Not by some personal word or action,
But by only happy happenstance.