Everyday brings its own worries, days when I haven’t the time or energy to worry
about other people as I am focused on my own concerns. It’s not a good place to be
but I’m sure it happens to all of us …
I don’t concern myself
with the eighty-year-old
who grumbles about his live-in daughter
or the pianist who wanted to play
at Carnegie Hall
but failed the Grade VI music exam
none of these worry me
as I head for yet another
‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, 2016.