A poem to my son

A poem about caring for the environment

A poem about the power of laughter

What if a child had invented light?

A counting poem

Let’s be clear: I wanted that part as I’d never wanted anything in my life. But I don’t know why. Maybe it was because Mr Gabriel always chose Michael for church services, or maybe it’s because I wasn’t one of the choir because mum put me in for extra maths on Tuesdays, or maybe because…

I did my work at school today and didn’t stop to run or play I did the work as I was told and didn’t once act rude or bold I did my writing, nice and neat and didn’t leave it incomplete I did my maths then queued for lunch and didn’t shove or even punch…

… …. … …. …  ……. . . . … . .. …… we …. ….. dash ….. .be. .tween. . . .. …. . …. … .. . … … . ..each … . …cry.. .s. . tal… . … .. . . . . . ….. . …. . …. . … .…