My Knight on a motorbike, my nephew <br />once he is licensed with the confidence <br />to lift, off we go – <br /> <br />We want to do join a breakfast run, “Do <br />you want me to arrange your funeral? ” <br />his mother wryly commented <br /> <br />Now she can arrange mine also, I want <br />many songs at my wake and Whispering <br />Hope is one of them <br /> <br />Meantime, I’m licking my lips for the <br />feeling of wind in my hair, I’ll let them <br />grow in order to savour <br /> <br />The affair with wind and speed, we <br />won’t allow parental spite to spoil <br />our new-found joy!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/family-the-affair-with-wind-and-speed/
