I wrote this poem some years ago when we had some severe frosts.As everyone referred to frost as Jack Frost (especially for children),it seemed a logical choice for personification.
Kendra, my treeclimbing fairy, Jo, every bit as spirited as her mother, and Jabrawn, who seems to think that hugs can cure anything. If only more people thought along such lines.
This was inspired at a Big Lots. I was picking up a journal to record my poems, and a child cried for one thing or another and the 1st two lines I had to get down quickly, so I ran to my truck and jotted them down quickly in my new journal and when I got back to my desk, the rest just fell out on the paper.
Memories of a spell in the old Tubericular Hospital,as a child,first recolections of the power of thought, and the feeling of security,brought about by the tree.Gobowen is now a World renowned Hospital.
