This website is a surprise for our much beloved Granni Rita.

Wife - Mother - Grandmother - Poet - Herder of mice at crossroads

Rita's light has been hidden under a pile of ironing for far too many years. Only now are we able to realise the many creative sacrifices that were made in the name of her family...

There's snooker in the dining-room, guitars are in the lounge
Up aloft a hammer bangs, what chance have I to scrounge

Those necessary moments to get that literary flow
That'll make me Poet Laureate - I think I'll have to go

recline somewhere and try to get those daffodils in view
"Hey Ma I'm starving - what you got. The boys are coming too…"

Each of these poems relates to an individual and/or an event.

Many are very personal in nature

Thank you