In ten years or so
Two poems.
I thought of making some tea last night
Liam was six when he started to shimmy up the doorway moldings.
do you really think I needed you
Two poems.
You told me not to pluck, Mamma
In ten years or so
Two poems.
I thought of making some tea last night
Liam was six when he started to shimmy up the doorway moldings.
do you really think I needed you
Two poems.
You told me not to pluck, Mamma
