Kim Whysall-Hammond (The Cheesesellers Wife)

Cradle Songlden slumbers kiss your eyes,Smiles awake you when you rise;Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,And I will sing you a lullaby,Rock them, rock them, lullaby, Care is heavy, therefore sleep you,You are care, and care must keep you;Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,And I will sing you a lullaby,Rock them, rock them, lullaby. by …

It is Wednesday, he will board the first planeWe wait to hear that he is in the air Thursday, his Dads birthdaywho waits for the best gift The second flight, no word from himWe fill the day, waiting to hear Then the text, he has cleared customsThe sun shines bright, we head meet his train …

It is Sunday afternoon – warm and sweet.The heatings playing up againoff and on, off and on.I have an old duvet on my lap,I am trying to remember to sit up straight.My shoulder muscles are telling me strongly of their existence.Especially the left one,it’s always the left one.An informal complaint raisedafter a long morningspent pruning …

Though you are in your shining daysVoices among the crowdAnd new friends busy with your praiseBe not unkind or proudBut think about old friends the most:Time’s bitter flood will riseYour beauty perish and be lostFor all eyes but these eyes. By William Butler Yeats

They dispense despair, hatred, lieswear legacy beliefs as gospelare, in fact, themselvesa pestilence upon the world Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond