Mary Spain Poems
|1.||Homes Or Gardens?||8/4/2006|
|2.||The Other End Of Heaven||8/6/2006|
|3.||The Right Approach||8/6/2006|
|4.||The Simple Art||8/7/2006|
|6.||The Unknown Factor||8/11/2006|
|9.||The Last Word||3/25/2011|
|10.||The Needle's Art||3/25/2011|
|12.||To The Person Who Stole My Purse||3/25/2011|
|14.||Under The Skin||3/25/2011|
|17.||A Need To Sing||7/30/2012|
|18.||Out Of Step||7/30/2012|
|25.||The Game Of Cat And Man||7/30/2012|
|27.||Who Am I?||7/30/2012|
|29.||A Need To Kneel||3/25/2011|
|35.||In From The Cold||2/4/2014|
|36.||Midsummer Day's Dream||7/14/2014|
|37.||Battle On The Beach||12/6/2013|
The day I could no longer walk with ease
Beneath the table, made it clear to me
That I was growing. Soon my parents' knees
Were way below my eye-line. I could see
Above the window-sill and out, far out,
Into a world where adults knew it all
And children yearned to grow and be about
Such fascinating business. To be tall
Held out a promise greater than mere size.
When I achieved full stature I would know
Those peaks of knowledge conquered by the wise -
All that remained for me to do was grow.
Yet wisdom gained shows wisdom still ahead;
Grown up, I find...
An Early Night
He said he'd ring as soon as he returned.
At nine, indulgent of her eagerness,
She settled down with joy to wait and turned
Her chair to face the 'phone. At ten the stress
Of waiting prompted her to make some tea;
Eleven found her mind in disarray
Imagining some dire calamity
Or accident encountered on his way.
At half-past twelve... should she dial 999?