A book of poems arrives ...

A book of poems arrives,

titled for a mythical/historical 

being I greatly revere –

gift from a friend. She 

has tucked an extra poem,

one of her own,

inspired by this book,

inside its front cover. 

Naturally I read that first,

savour it, cherish it. The rest 

I choose to discover slowly … 

already taking this gift,

poem by poem, into my heart.

Remember walking ...

Remember walking our little boys
in Melbourne’s Botanic Gardens?
First in prams, later running about.
We brought them all the way on trains
from our different suburbs, not at all
noticing that we were intrepid.