Then the wind changed
empty arms left behind...

Morning hush
greets sun's first gentle blush...

Poker faces claim
to each have a royal flush...

Parasitic slops
leeching kippers, draining funds...

The house is beginning
to echo now...

Grasshopper absorbs
grand master's words of wisdom...

Starzec of the earth
gnarled limbs stretch out in greeting...

The fire has died
to embers now...

Dear Mum by Bob Shank...

Sacred utterings
philosophy in a chant...

Special was our love...Oh! how special
time spent together, precious was our time...

Eyes glitter and glint
with their jewellery of tears...