If there was any point in wishing, these are the things I would wish for
on an insensible star;
That you are still here.
Still angering me with your black and white view of the world.
Still mentioning my curtains in glowing terms.
Still finding fault in others but never acknowledging your own.
Still talking nonsense, (remember the the time you asked how much the stimulated mink cost?)
Still blowing your own trumpet.
Still prejudiced
Still believing in the Conservatives.
Still bed tempered.
Still beautiful.
Still on my side.
Still fierce and uncompromising.
Still strong.
Still kneeling at your chair, a mirror propped up on it's back,
my back to yours, feeling your deft movements as you fixed your hair, me
still feeling safe in your presence,
still loving me.
Then I would be a better daughter,
this time.