June 2004
| August '04 | Feather | ||
| July '04 | Stuck in that Moment | January '04 | Dear Diary |
| June '04 | Judge Not The Book | December '03 | Deck the Halls |
| May '04 | Silver Satin Coins | November '03 | November Rain |
| April '04 | A Girl On a Swing | October '03 | Nine Months Awaiting |
| March '04 | From Your Daughter | September '03 | A Tale of Two Cities |
| February '04 | Snowdrops | August '03 | 'Eur' Vision is Our Vision |
Judge Not the Book
A critical eye condemned you at that moment, yet only at
that moment. At a glance I dismissed you – another useless workman biding your
time until lunch, under the illusion of hard labour. And then I saw your face.
The wider vision appeared before me. Your stance, your very being, no longer
held your body, but rather that of my father.
In that moment emotions surfaced. The struggles and
hardships he must have endured. Your strength seemed to fade as you dug the
shovel into the unyielding earth, your face lined with pain at each movement.
And I wondered if my father suffered similar anxieties, the years by now rolling
onwards and no longer kind.
© Pauline Power 11/6/2004