'Late, ' says the face of the childminder. <br />My daughter watches Zebedee <br />impassively. <br />Her silence says, <br />'Late again.' <br />Her small voice says, <br />'Hello Mummy, ' from far, far away. <br />I was even later yesterday.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-pains-10-late/
