There is one word on my mind today and that is Quinn; my little Texan is one today. Big sop that I am, I wrote him a poem:
Quinn (Gaelic origin, meaning wise)
Little ark of bright being,
fired by willow’s bend.
Imagined into place
by a higher thought than ours.Thanks be.
In fine kettles,
another wisdom is fettled forth
and we bent like willows,
to receive.
Hannah Stoney is a British artist and writer.