No big thing

The road to Dalat where some of my troubles started A nasty little gitIn hob nail bootsHas always lived in my headPut there the day I was bornBy Dad, not pleasedThat I'd arrived.Always thereTo just ensureI'd never get above myselfToo happyToo pleased.If I did, the little gitWould stomp about"NO! NO! NO!"And give me somethingTo sulk … Continue reading No big thing

Changes

"Going to be a hot one!", declared Grant, contemplating the mist obscuring all but a few trees in the foreground of our customary vista. I don't like hot weather, but this wasn't always so.Following my banishment to a "safer" British boarding school, (run by Sisters of Charity), I shivered miserably under 6 layers of blankets … Continue reading Changes