I was driving in the other day at some ungodly hour, having been woken by a screaming fox at 4.15am, looking forward to doing the morning show with Anne, when I was mesmerized by the most gorgeous moon. A delightful slither of glowing amber, a new moon, hovering low in the sky left me in state of reverie.
I am so often left feeling privileged to have seen the sights that mother nature provides us with and that morning was very special. As I marvelled at the moon the sun began to rise and with hints of apricot and crimson it rose over a grey London in the most amazing cobalt blue sky.
Now this left me feeling in a somewhat poetic mood, and if I could I would have written a song or a poem about it. Then I heard Radio 2 telling me that today is International Poetry Day! So as my attempts at poetry have always been quite laughable I thought I’d share with you a poem that my son wrote, when he was just 9. I have it on my dressing room wall as it makes me so happy to read it when the day ISN’T as nice as the one I’ve just described.
You are as bright as the sun,
You are as beautiful as a diamond,
You are as yellow as a lemon,
You are as sharp as a knife.
You smile with glee,
Your points are so sharp they could cut you,
The black sky behind you is sinister, but you make it shine.
Thank you stars for everything.
Gotta make you smile!