November 24, 2004

  • To My Daughter Jane

    I cannot tell you in words,
    I cannot tell you in sounds,
    I cannot tell you in music
    How much I love you.
    I can only tell you in trees,
    In mountains,
    Oceans,
    Streams.
    I might be heard to say it
    In the bark of a seal on moon misty nights.
    It can be heard on the hinges of dawn.
    Tho' my muse is slain,
    All else says I love you Jane.

    Spike Milligan 1987

    Richard Berry 2004