Letras
Black clouds on the sea front today in Liverpool
Too vast to be visible out there
Your book is filled with solitary scribbles
From you, to me, to them
Oh the first time when the hand grabs your palm
And shakes you from your light sleep
Through all of the years and after again
You'll feel the warmth of those little bare feet
How writing calmed you, and the children you have
With an ode that there's nothing they can't do
So you sleepwalk back to your car to find out
She's put on the kettle for you