Blustering March wind
turns umbrella inside out...

Empty
life regressing...

Resolution list
get fit, exercise, eat well...

Floating on a downy cloud
of rainbow coloured dreams...

Dear Mum by Bob Shank...

A razor sharp tongue
cuts deeper than any knife...

Kids are dying
mothers left crying...

..they echo now,
all around the big chair...

Upon the clothes line
willy-wagtail built his nest...

Wind gust topples nest
eggs shells shattered on concrete...

They stand in rows,
yellow and stained...

The spider takes up residence
in the corner...