Family: The Affair With Wind And Speed Poem by Margaret Alice

My Knight on a motorbike, my nephew
once he is licensed with the confidence
to lift, off we go –

We want to do join a breakfast run, “Do
you want me to arrange your funeral? ”
his mother wryly commented

Now she can arrange mine also, I want
many songs at my wake and Whispering
Hope is one of them

Meantime, I’m licking my lips for the
feeling of wind in my hair, I’ll let them
grow in order to savour

The affair with wind and speed, we
won’t allow parental spite to spoil
our new-found joy!