Poem written for the African Well Fund 2003

Music with love in it makes me write
but words on websites make me think.
If my money can reach where my poems don’t
and my credit card can dig the African dirt
and water can flow and children can drink
without walking miles in the pounding heat —
it’s something.

African Well Fund

Poem to be read at June’s funeral

Commissioned 2010. This work may not be reproduced by any process, including printing, without permission.

June Dawn, you were born and lived a lady,
gracious and elegant to the last.
You showed the world your style, your smile
and gave each day — each soul — your best.

Around you, no-one could be lonely.
The laughter in your lovely eyes
enmeshed a truly precious pattern
around the Lotto of our lives.

By sharing with neighbours, friends and family
your lavish feasts — your food, your self —
you shared with everyone Heaven’s secret:
happiness comes to us when we help.

We may no longer know directly
your twinkling eyes and golden touch,
but time can never take away
the love and laughs you left with us.

Birthday poem for Lee

Commissioned 2009. This work may not be reproduced by any process, including printing, without permission.

In ‘59 when you were born
your people named you Lee
You found your way around the sun
for half a century
So as you taste tomorrow’s dawn,
accept this wish from me:
Another fifty, full of fun
Now that you’re young and free.

Goodbye and good luck, Richard

Commissioned 2010. This work may not be reproduced by any process, including printing, without permission.

Without the voice of Richard
this place won’t be the same.
When cricket’s on the radio
he’s following the game;
when Richard’s in his comic mood
the jokes are always lame;
when Richard’s in his singing mood
he’s got no hope of fame.
When Richard teases Royal
he gets a whole new name;
when Richard flirts with Karen
his ears should burn with shame.
Without the sound of Richard
this place won’t be the same
because
when things are going MADLY
we won’t know who to blame.