Waking with a whelp & a tiny prod

& head of fire

of love

for you once more my rose bud

my dear girl

all quaver like when I try to change you

all tears & limbs

              extinguishing the world

with one small tear or smile

like a wine drop in Seferis’ sea

              Let me not remember the trouble

of before you

              Besides, it was another country

              Let’s look forward instead to blossom & ducks

walking – you precious bobble head – the way you fall

on yr bottom then a second’s pause as you work out what feels

before caterwauling or a laugh – depending on what!

Who knows the little mysteries of you – space worm

tiny stranger

come to save her mama

from not knowing what’s important in life

              Here’s to all the precious minutes

of every colour with each other & to papa & to poems

with happy endings