
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