Sometimes I wish I could have seen you more
Before attempting to build
Your refuge
Sometimes I wish I could have seen this self more
Before attempting to flee
This refuge
Even if home is a small, silver thimble
Resting idle in warm palms
This is better than no thoughts of my refuge
Image credit: Silver thimble (2001), Llangefni
Further thoughts from: PETER AND WENDY
‘Oh dear,’ said the nice Wendy, ‘I don’t mean a kiss, I mean a thimble.’
‘What’s that?’
‘It’s like this.’ She kissed him.
‘Funny!’ said Peter gravely. ‘Now shall I give you a thimble?’
‘If you wish to,’ said Wendy, keeping her head erect this time.
Primitive Joe 
