Happy Mother’s Day! Sharing a poem dedicated to my mother who passed at the age of 42 after a long illness of innumerable years.
She was walking on the beach A long skirt hiding her knees Dotted with tiny blue florets A white linen blouse flattened her bosom Prude, She never wore a bathing suit
Immaculate as the sunset Pretty as a picture Mysterious as the sea Smiling to herself Poetic, in love, sweet, A dreamer She fell in love only once People said The blessed day was her wedding day
A long trail of foot steps She left Printed in the moist sand In joyous innocence Behind her I walked Placing my steps One by one in her wake She was the apple of my eye! She was my mother! She is my inspiration!
Going down High Street,Olympia, My heart overflows with nostalgia; On tree tops, I behold, Blossoms of green and gold; At the London Book Fair, Writers and poets fare; In the pages of each book, I delve and I look, Your name is engraved, By the invisible hand of God.
Sad to learn that the world greatest book event, the London Book Fair 2020 is cancelled. I have been visiting the fair stoically for the last five years to exhibit my poetry book and this is where I met the publisher of my debut children’s book The Princess and the Crow in 2016. I was craving to see my book on the shelves of Austin Macauley London. As we say in French ‘l’homme propose, Dieu dispose!’ I, however, salute the decision of the Reeds Exhibition to cancel the event.Better safe than sorry. I look forward to the London Book Fair 2021 with added zeal and ‘ si Dieu le veut’ with a brand new book.