Hi Martin,
Thank you! I'm pleased you enjoyed them, also that you pronounced 'twinging' to rhyme with 'cringing'. I just need to think of a proper title now.
Another word that rhymes with 'twinging' is 'whinging', which happens to pop up in Sonnet-2; I can't remember whether you've seen this one. It describes my earliest memory, the birth of Bro. A. This is also work in progress, although I do have a title. That might need changing, though.
Up to 5
The Triumph Herald rumbled on the drive.
"Get in!" urged Dad. And Mrs Brewster waved,
her thumb and fingers adding up to five,
I counted, waving back. Quite well behaved,
we didn't whinge about the early hour,
especially when the playground came in view –
the swings and slides, the climbing frame, a tower
of metal bars, the roundabout. "Woo-hoo!"
we cheered. Dad, laughing, whirled us round and round
and round. But suddenly, "Right, time to go!"
And then, the room of Mummies and the sound
of whinging, none of it from our new bro.
He smiled as surely as a Lego head,
in boy-blue blankets on the fresh-made bed.
<-- looks a bit like a Lego head.
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Well, I've just realised I have 'suddenly' here too! So that might need rethinking. The hospital used blue blankets for boys and pink for girls; I pointed that out to everyone, lol.