Original song written for her mother by Pamela Holm (guitar and lead vocal). With Bev Shaw on violin, Heather Holm on accordion, Bev and Heather plus Dorcas Beaton, Valerie Bellamy and Heather Kristenson on backup vocals, and Peter Heron on … Continue reading →
My mother wrote this poem about 1977. I remember her dancing around the kitchen, so pleased with the verses she had created. After she died, I rediscovered the poem and set it to music, trying to convey the excitement she … Continue reading →
The feminist movement represents, for the most part, the younger, well-educated woman who chooses to have a career, or decides to stay home for a few years to nurture her children. She feels in control of her life. But there … Continue reading →
[Pamela put this poem to music and sang it at June’s memorial service. Click here for video.] I found a place where Angelica grows, In Sydney Harbour, where marsh birds incline. I went there one mist-bounded, warm April morning With … Continue reading →
Morning sun shines on the worn oak table, October is passing But summer is paused, held, by a bouquet of flowers, Nasturtiums, In an old glass egg-cup. Brilliant red, golds, oranges, all variations, Pale and bright splashes of each colour … Continue reading →
Rain falls upon my garden, newly dug. A robin, quite unmindful of the rain Cocks her pert head and listens for the worm turning. Afternoon tea, for robins, in my garden newly dug. Newly dug gardens, a patch of rich … Continue reading →
