Thursday, May 27
Many years ago I wrote this poem because I watched a child looking over our fence here at the Potters House, and it reminded me of my childhood and how I used to jump on the wall at the back of the garden to see the folk in the BIG house at the back of our semi. I thought that they must be royalty as the house was sooo big.
The ginger pigtailed child jumped high
To see over the fence
into the secret garden.
I too, once jumped and climbed
to catch a glimpse of the unattainable.
And I wept for the child who is,
and who was....
And who knows what will be?