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You

You are a moment in life
A starlight stopped in time
A sprinkle of chocolate on coffee
A poem that will rarely rhyme.
You are that long forgotten
Purchase in the wardrobe
That falls out and makes my day
You are the voucher for lunch
That is gifted last moment…
You are take-away (latte half-fat)
To sit and drink in a park
In the sunshine on a bench
By the lake
You are birdsong in the morning
You are soft dew on my father’s grave.
You are the river at the end of the garden
Gurgling, gushing to the sea
You are a pop song on the radio
Dancing round the kitchen in bare feet.
You are the opposite of sadness
You are my reason to smile
You are fresh air in the staleness
You make me feel me for a while.

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Reach

Nothing prepared me
Nothing I read
Nobody told me
No matter what they said
Knowing it could happen
Didn’t realise
How the tiniest thing
Could have changed our lives.

Two curious eyes
Follow each move
Ears cocked to every sound
Head twist to groove
Mouth falls in a soft ‘oh’
Then breaks into a grin
At a face she knows
Just where to fit in.

Intelligent pools
Drink every detail
Learning and listening
As I sing or tell tales.

Then that miracle moment
From when I’ll never be free
Two pudgy arms lift
– and she reaches for me!!!

Each moment

I could sit here for hours,
Just staring at you.
Your lush-lashed eyelids
Fluttered to rest,
Your rosebud lips
Softly parted and wet.
The flush of your cheeks
as you gently snooze
And twitch in your sleep
A sweet little wheeze.
Your chest drops and lifts
Each swell of your lungs
Fingers curled neath round chin
Rise and fall of your tum.
And dropped not abandoned
At the side of your head
The soother you were using when I put you to bed.

I tuck in the blankets
Pack rattle away
And hope sleep will cradle you
Until the light of day.

She is….

Here safely. My daughter, a precious new life that came into being within me. A tiny thing that relies on me for warmth and sustenance, utterly dependent. Huge bright eyes that follow my every motion, tiny rosebud mouth that breaks into a gummy genuine smile at the slightest bit of attention. Wee nose that wrinkles up as she puzzles and concentrates and tries to shape the words that she hears. Plump cheeks that fill roundly as she coos her approval. Tiny fingers intertwined around my one large one holding fast – a strength belied by her size.

She is a thought. A poem. A lyric. A dream. A work of art beyond the greatest masterpiece ever conceived and rendered by man. She is the echo in my every heartbeat and my reason for waking.

She is love made whole.