The Handful

Your little feet are perfect,
Your little shoes are clean,
How can it be possible
Your little eyes are mean?

Your coat is dripping chestnut
Your mane is rippling sand
How can it be possible
You seem so out-of-hand?

You’re bounding like a Percheron,
You’re pulling like a train,
How can it be possible
I’m walking home again?

Eva Travers,

Born 7th November 1921, died 18th January, 2008