|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.|