I like to totally bathe in white light
and be tender with all I talk to
because life can be snuffed out.
Now I am able to give that four year old,
who was scared during the Second World War,
a lot of love and support.
But even at fifty-one, I feel black clouds overhead. I was spooked at four;
I'm spooked at fifty-one.
The air raid sirens chilled my bones now
as it did come from radio forty years ago.
War - horrifying.
Finding shelter
inside myself is a calm safe space.
The trick is to become perfectly still;
then my world becomes full of peace.