June 9, 2012 at 11:23 am (Poems) (, , , , , , , , , )

I am looking at you

through a tiny hole.

It took some doing

but I dug like a mole.

I grew you some onions, some beans and some rice

and I’ve cooked them all up into something nice.

I’ve tied a basket on a string and I’m passing it through

the hole in the world that I made to reach you.



  1. pajamasandmoney said,

    This poem is great. I read it twice, and second time was even better 🙂 I like the hole idea

    • Julia Dean-Richards said,

      ha ha. Imagination and visualisation are such good ways of reaching across the miles. Want a cuppa tea?

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