A bellyful of sadness, a song of hope,
if stories have threads, real lives don’t.
Eyes have eyes, spooks have spines,
souls are switched, with made-up minds.
Worlds within worlds, heaven in flight –
only connect, only go bump in the night.
[Lines I wrote in 1998 for the back cover of the ONLY CONNECT book that I collaborated with my father (who died in 2007).]