Poem – My mother

My mother came to tea, She left me her smile, It did not wither, Nor wound me, Nor keep me in time, But it stayed with me a while, Through the things that don’t rhyme.   By Hermione Laake

My distance – free verse

My distance is not real or true For my heart loves only you I am here because I cannot do, the only thing I want to do you see that sometimes to save a life and seven it is necessary to allow a little distance so that life begins anew For what is death, but