KNOWING NONNO
I'm afraid all this talk of my father and the past, with its happy and sad vignettes, led to a poem. I wrote it to mark the anniversary of my father' s death, thirty one years ago, on the 12th August. It is intensely personal and I hesitated to publish it. But rereading it, I see now that it is a moment that may be true for so many women of my generation and background . I remember each time I told you my happy news, I felt your joy. And each time a little life ebbed away, I