She describes herself like this… Foxglove
Under willow tree and wild flower print
Book unopened at Grandad’s feet
Snuggled up, bundled up child.
Dreaming of pine forests, deep lakes
and a country over the sea.
Safe in the cupboard under the stairs
Siting on Clarks leather shoes
And leaning against Granddad’s work jacket.
She is a wild flower, mixed music in your ear.
By Sera Bryant