Remember it’s temporary
embrace the beauty
find the fabulous.
Inspired by ‘Instructions for living a life’ by Mary Oliver.
The first time you spoke, I got straight in the bath to
hide in its lucid duvet.
Your clarity was too much for me,
why could I never be so level-headed?
From then, I was in awe of you
my little girl.
You loved coming to the woods
to collect pine cones with me.
I wanted to create a new oxygen system
of dreams and opportunities.
You liked to help me pick them up,
study the bumps with your gummy tongue.
Your mouth full of earth,
jewels I couldn’t see
you said: ‘I think you’re the most beautiful Mummy in the world.’
My face shined,
your tail danced.
I rewarded you with belly rubs.
I collect pebbles on the beach and form a heart
to honour you.
I don’t know who we would be in years to come,
but there are some things I’m sure of:
we’d read stories together, not just before bed
but at any time we chose. We’d get muddy in the woods
and hunt treasure; leaves, conkers, and all the other
magical things the world saves for little people.
Your artwork would adorn every surface.
I walk through the park and smile in the rain,
picturing your wellies plunge
into small pools of sky. I
Sometimes, when I’m sad I remember you’re soaring
and everyone down here is only temporary.
Grief bloats my tummy in place of your growth,
and I’m homesick for a life I never had.
You would have been so loved, if I’d known you were there.
They let us touch each other,
each moment mattered
skin simmered, we stroked freedom.
When autumn arrived, they laughed.
Flutter, flurry, fall
Flip my road a winter globe
Paint bare trees pretty.
But I won’t be cartwheeling,
I’d only fall on my ****.
Work? Still permitted.
If you’re still employed, that is.
Your windows are grey?
Just paint another rainbow.
Clap again if you fancy
Hello Tier thirteen
Keep your cages nice and clean
Purse your lips and nod.