Maeve Binchy owed the citizens of Dublin half her fortune in royalties because of how she famously evesdropped and stole conversations. Tony Curtis was the first person I heard to say all poets borrow and great poets steal. So when the text arrived
reporting on a conversation between my grandchildren on the way home from school I couldn't resist. So here it is and as usual please read enjoy share and feedback.
The Beginnings of a Play
Harvey: a five-year-old boy just started primary school
Walter: a two and a half-year-old brother attending first year in creche
Conversation coming home in the car:
H: How was your day Walter? W: Grunt H: Was it good? W: Grunt H: Say Aye W: Aye H: Did you eat all your dinner? Aye? W: Aye H: Did you eat it by yourself. Aye W: Aye H: I’m very impwessed with
Two lovely looking boys, Peter. I know they bring you great joy, and may they eve do so
Oh, how lovely 💖
Ah Peter the treasures of life! Out of the mouth of Babs....full of fun and mischief, hope you are well xx
I love this photo Peter! They look so happy and wild - love it! They overshadow your poem - but in this context thats a good thing :)
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.