I always wanted a child. Being a mother is the central thing in my life.

Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.

You have me like a drawing, erased, coloured in, untitled, signed by your tongue.

If we think of what's up ahead, with climate change and wars over water, it's very frightening.

Like the sand and the oyster, it's a creative irritant. In each poem, I'm trying to reveal a truth, so it can't have a fictional beginning.

I think the dangers are different now. Our abuse of the planet and our resources is an anxiety.

Every day is a gift with a child, no matter what problems you have.