This two shall pass
to three and four
And the years shall flow like water; Fast
and just as hard to hold between ones fingers
Delicate girl
framed by the door
You must exit to enter; The world
is poised, wanting you to go find and seek
‘Bye mumma – play?’
Bag, shoes and phone
‘Bye mumma’ we rehearse; For the day
the words are real and you do not turn around
Time after time
this perfect child
marks me a fortunate mother; My
daughter in name only, you belong to the world
But for the Now
bless’d are we
entrusted with the journey; You are
beauty full, brimming over with love
the glass already broken - we savour every drop
