| Aynaka sways on her tree swing, asks to play hide and seek. I tell her dad to look behind the oleander bush.Ellen stands on a kitchen chair, stages the Baby Shark song: arm moves and radiant face. Finbar wants the farm book, Cormac in his high chair, |
| I have been writing poems for about ten years. I am a member of Dundalk Writers and have been published in their anthology Nest and Boyne Berries. During the pandemic we use video calls to keep in touch with our four grandchildren. |