Outlook I count my blessings Even crosses I convert until everyone, Despite the evidence Thinks me lucky, And some would say Spoilt. It’s a talent I was born with My face prefers to smile My eyes to shine And my language strains towards laughter Even read more

The Interview Well now – let me seeA pretty face – that’s a start Can you smile, make teaFetch, carry,clean up messes, finish sentencesRemember, remind, respond, react Can you shop, decorateLie for me, type for meLook lovely to me Can you stare at fleshHairy chests, read more

Give us a smile love Every time you come in I smileThat fire – lit so long ago – must not die. The longer you stay the more I glow You never consider I may befully absorbed in my work We both know that can read more