Hannah Headden’s poetry

Hannah Headden, one of Beth’s granddaughters, has taken up the mantle and composes her own poetry.

Here are a couple of her recent poems.

My Grandmother’s Kitchen

It’s Spring and I’m in
My grandmother’s brown kitchen
Where things are always
Where you expect them to be
And out of long habit
Her bird busy garden invites itself
In through the breezy window
With a bouquet of honeysuckle
And the latest gossip

This is where I stand
Shoulders haunched
In tongue-poked concentration
Pouring the two cups of ordinary tea
That she will soon add sugar lumps to
With a familiar wink

And a haiku about Spring:

Damp earth full and turned –
Lawnmower and looping bee
Hum in busy chorus