Tom Thumb

At seven mother enchanted us with stories
at night, the one I remember best is the story
of Tom Thumb, how his mother made him
clothes from rose petals and his father used
an acorn for his bed

How he played in his match-stick jungle gym,
how he slept under a handkerchief at night,
the next day at school in grade two, we had
to speech, I described the magic of Tom
Thumb

I had to repeat the story twice and the
following year I was sent to compete in
the Eisteddfod – all because mother
told the story of Tom Thumb in such
an engaging way…