I Am Said I (Huruma)

We shared the scarcity The borrowed cup of sugar And clothes passed on From house to house Around the Green Teeming laughing Screaming children Trolleys skates and hobbies Running down the avenues Fathers going out to work In scorching heat And biting cold A life that took its toll And Mothers ever present Baking bread In warm kitchens Making ends meet Out of the loaves and fishes Of our limitations The feeding of the multitude Of life’s desires Around the Green Beyond the Green And coming down the avenues To home again and   sound refreshing sleep In the small rooms of our childhood.

This is the wind To be in bed with Snug beneath The piles of eiderdown Memories Times of innocent Music Walking lightly On the earth This is the wind Rushing down The ancient chimney Like Pentecost Dancing on the fire Of lively flame Unruly smoke Reminding us to be More playful