Poems

Chapter 72: THE QUARREL

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A lyrical collection of short poems grouped by creative periods, ranging from intimate sketches of domestic and childhood moments to meditations on nature, the sea, love, loss, and memory. Many pieces blend concise, imagistic language with prose-like rhythms, alternating playful child verses and delicate elegies, and often evoke sensory detail—light, wind, flowers, and seaside landscapes—to explore fleeting moods and inward reflection. Several poems record quiet domestic scenes and grieving recollections, while others experiment with voice and form, producing both whimsical and mournful tones. The result is an intimate, varied sequence that emphasizes emotion, perception, and the small gestures that shape inner life.

THE QUARREL

We stood in the vegetable garden
As angry and cross as could be
’Cause you said you wouldn’t beg pardon
For eating my radish at tea.

I said, “I shall go an’ tell Mummy.
I hope it is makin’ you ill.
I hope you’ve a pain in your tummy,
And then she will give you a pill.”

But you cried out, “Good-bye then—for ever.
Go and play with your silly old toys!
If you think you’re so grown up and clever,
I’ll run off and play with the Boys.”