- 4 days ago
Thank you for your continuing support!!!
You can read a poem about Leah and her work below too!!!
Lines for Leah McPhillips
In Norwich labs where cultures bloom,
Where Streptomyces shake off gloom,
She walks the lanes of DNA,
Untangling secrets hid away.
SCP1, a linear thread
A plasmid ancient, rarely read
She maps its twists, its telomere grace,
A strange-sized wanderer finding its place.
Through ParB’s dance of faithful dividing,
She watches chromosomes, steadily gliding;
A segregation waltz, precise and bright,
Ensuring each daughter inherits the light.
Yet in her work, an echo rings
Of western winds and Celtic springs;
An Irish root that threads her core,
Soft moss, loud sea, a mythic lore.
So science sings through cultures spun,
From Donegal rain to East Anglian sun
Leah’s craft: to seek, reveal,
To show what hidden genes conceal.
A plasmid’s tale, a protein’s role,
An island spirit guiding the whole.