March 12, 2026

Poet’s Corner

This poem from my Grandpa Bob is entitled ‘Birth’. Thanks to my parents for supplying it. I’d also like to dedicate this corner to my Mum, who lost her father and brother in a very short span of time. This week’s corner is for her.

BIRTH

this is my hand

this is my eye

wave the one

with the other’s cry

noise is anger

flood is kindness

joy is vision

fear is blindness

wet is short

dry is long

night a silence

day a song

good is a smile

bad is a frown

the first lift up

the second put down

knowing is start

not knowing is stop

interesting is pick up

boring is drop

looking is memory

hiding is forgetting

wrong is stopping

right is letting

that is wind

this is rain

there is light

here is pain

that is laughter

this a sigh

how much to know

before I die