gifts...

 My daughter is a gift...she made us all pancakes on Saturday morning :-)

 My son Benny is a gift... he can become a robot using only sellotape :-)

 My son Joa is a gift....he's simply Joa :-)

 drawing is a gift... tribes of people

 (made slightly more difficult with completely sellotaped hands)

 of course one has chicken pox

 baking together is a gift....

 of course one has chicken pox

 the gift of finding my nose and his forehead fit like a jigsaw...perfect.

 A gift of 'armadillo gloves' from Rebe for Benny

About a month ago as part of my counselling and 'Laura' journey I wrote this poem...

I have a shield in my chest

solid heavy hammered

into it's thick smooth shape

of pewter or of lead

I found it quite by accident 

last Tuesday

when I was looking for something

else

I don't know where it came from

I think perhaps I borrowed it

or stole it

or even made it myself

I have it to protect me

to stop pain from piercing

only it doesn't work like that

Andy took the kids to the school bazaar today and Rebe picked this out for me and bought it with her pocket money...

 a gift from her

it's as if she knew