# Moira as seen by Lena Young Fawn features shore Cascading autumn hair. Eyes and lips tell vivid tales of echoed voices. Limbs larger than they grew marrow in tenderness. Care’s eager hands help hatching hopes. Thought’s gentle gestures kindle kindliness in smouldering hearts. (Christmas 1977, aged 39)
You pay with words for company in ever-floating currency. You deal in secrets, hopes and/or despair - you are a broker with a certain flair for people’s miseries. You do not trade your own. What’s your interest? Is it fixed or has it grown inflationary As the joy you miss, working overtime to raise your bid for bliss? (?1980?)
# Old Who opens the door of her house with a big smile Then offers a drink which means stay for a while Who shares the world she creates in single file Which over the years has created quite a pile Who goes with you - if needed - the extra mile And entertains at eighty in great style! (May 2018, aged 80)