Years ago Katy my Daughter made me a book of poems for my Birthday.

Chosen with love and assembled with love and given with love.

How well she knows me.

I love words, books and poems and keep teetering heaps by the bed. Ever changing piles, top to bottom, ever revolving, after all you never quite know what your mood will be and somewhere in the heaps will be the ‘just right’ thing.

And lately because the World has turned and life is uncertain her anthology has surfaced again and the poem at the top of this post is so apt for the now, so I thought that I would share it.

5a.m. has turned into my ‘Witching’ and ‘Worrying’ hour and I bet I am not the only one.

Love you Kate xx