Parallel lines will meet in a crack
Once I have found one I rarely go back
The ice in the winter the heat of the day
The cracks in the pavement have something to say.
A familiar as faces we loved in our youth
The heart recognises emotional truth.
When I walk up the street where we used once to play
I feel I’m a stranger, one born yesterday.
Where is our cousin with asthma severe?
Where are the children who used to play here?
Too quickly the clock has turned it’s long hands
Blindly we dream,by the flow of the sand.
Where is our mother who stood by the gate?
She called out our names but I’ve left it too late.
A black and white cat has come into my house
I hope it will see otf the rat and the mouse.
Dandelions rise from the cracks in the spring.
I prefer winter the ice that will sing
How my heart sings 