by Cecilia Heron
(East Kilbride)
Oh little Isla
I'll walk along the sand with you
the way I did with my Mum
when I was just brand new.
A child so long ago
awaited for conciliation
poking her feet amongst the sand
carrying her frustration.
I'll tell you
as I told her then
its just you and me now
plenty of rock and ice cream
and a caring loving brow.
We'll take a day away
in a bright steam train
with our horizon clear
and Halloween and Christmas time
will never end this year!
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