"Sure, half the girls in Ireland are called Mary," said
"No, they aren't," said Mary. "I'm the only one on our
"Well, they were all called Mary in my day," said the
woman. "Off you go, so. I'll see you the next time."
The next time? Mary should have been worried, even
frightened. She was worried, and a bit frightened. But
not nearly as much as she thought she should have been.
This woman had come out of nowhere. She knew Mary's
name and all about her granny - Mary should have been
terrified. But she wasn't. Something about the woman, the
way she spoke, her face, her smile - she seemed familiar.
Mary didn't know her - but she did.
She wasn't terrified. But, still, she ran to the front
door and rang the bell instead of getting her key from her
schoolbag. As she rang the bell, she turned. But the woman
Kenn Nesbitt is new Children's Poet Laureate(Jun 12 2013) Kenn Nesbitt has been named the new Children's Poet Laureate: Consultant in Children's Poetry to the Poetry Foundation, which noted that the two-year position...