I have been writing a novel - still am - so the poetry is getting a back seat. To compensate, I was awarded a grandson - a beautiful peach of a baby born on the first day of spring and coincidentally, the International Day of Happiness! Baby Simon was not expected until at least April 1st, so the surprise and delight was even more immense and my photo of Simon at 2 days old on the crick of my son's arm now graces by laptop, so I can recapture that pride and delight Simon's parents are enjoying. I'm really not sure if a poem of mine could recapture any of this!
