Sunday, May 23, 2010

12:21 AM 1 Comments
Another poem from my collection FACING THE HARBOUR. I hope someone like it and translate it to another language. Hope to hear from anyone out there. The Frying PanA frying pan in the kitchenOf the house where I was bornWas my mum’s best friendAll day longThe frying panAnd something being friedThe children with appetiteWas mum’s source of delightThe...