You should have seen it today, a thousand raindrops battering on the Tarmac and shivering the leaves of the trees, making them louder, louder. I held my Benjamin at the open window, his eyes lit with wonder. You should have heard it tonight, here in our front room, the clatter and din of the church bells so loud that they seemed to be shouting gloriously into the evening sky, ‘Don’t go to bed! Joy, joy, joy!’
A later version of this made it into my book, ‘There You Are’, a book of 34 poems about motherhood. You can find it in my Etsy shop here.
elisabeth pike 