En el Día Mundial de la Poesía, la primera estrofa de un poema titulado ‘Whisper her name in the wind’
Although born in a big city, she had always loved the farm.
She trod softly in the old house, ever filled with dust and charm.
Even as a baby she felt the distinctive warmth was there:
her own mum’s family’s place, all people who loved her and cared.