Lost in the fog
of my great expectations
I sit
...
You pick up toys
here & there
& a piece of poo
...
She attacks the page
with all the fervour & ferocity
of learning to write:
...
Born under the stars
of the late 19th Century
she gasped in awe
...
Here, your daughter
grown beautiful
to be
...
Snow in NYC
falls upon my upturned eyes
as I gaze into its skies
...
Before we knew
anything at all about sex
we knew
...