The Lake District,England

High Tea for Toddlers

Like Mother Like Daughter

Poppy at Cambridge
What you know about Wales?

Mother Africa

Pictures of my mother's childhood in Africa featuring a dapper Poppy and Nana looking like a misplaced welsh rose. Oh colonialism, thanks for the memories.
My mother was baptized in that straw roof Cathedral.
Poppy was hard at work in Lake Malawi having fish species named for him, the usual.

Sonnet
What my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows it boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

Edna St. Vincent