With gladness all our hearts are touched

When small flowers rise from living dust

When butterflies grow warm and live

When long striped bees with sun arrive

Yet all is slow and nothing’s rushed

But throw off darkness like a crust.

As with the sun each person’s  blessed

We heave away long words contrived

To win  sweet praise from dull old minds

With gladness

Our hearts expand within our chests

The heart will beat  the mind at best

No more with number games derived

Our eyes look out at what’s alive

With gladness

My aunt looked more lik mother than  mother did herself

She was not averse to smiling and using emotional wealth

Her eyes were blue like summer especially when she  smiled

Her hair was brown and curly, but never excessively styled

Her arms were plump and rounded and so they matched her face.

How I longed to lose myself in her deep embrace.

Her husband was on the railways he never earned that much

She brought him just two children they lived on tea and cake

She had not got much money but sheb knew very well how to bake

She never knew I loved her so, that was my mistake

She looked quite like my mother but alas she was my aunt.

We never shared our feelings. this is my lament

Our brother, Aneurin Bevan,  we can feel your pain

There is no fun,  what will be done

On earth, especially in Britain?

Give us this day our daily bread, save us from 1 losing our free bus passes

Forgive us our mistakes as we forgive those who mistake us

We  unconsciously wanted the kingdom  the power suits and the glory

Forgive us our naivety,

Save us from our own evil

Amen