Before I know it you’re six, missing teeth,
and legs stretching beyond belief.
I hardly recognise that porcelain face,
that toothless smile seems out of place.
What’s happened since Iraq invaded,
a blond, and engaging laugh pervaded,
chattering sibling, fighting for attention,
summer house, a Christmas Child, family perfection?
I never seem to find the time,
for important things like nursery rhyme,
double cuddles, tucked up tight,
football, tennis, or your fluttering kite.
But, I offer; single occupancy and shoes,
first hand clothes, religion and news.
I’ll also give, hidden culture and Vicargate,
security, I’ll fight naivety and negotiate.
Even now, I check to see if you still breath,
I touch your head, extinguish the light, and leave.