If Every Morning Could Be Like This. Poem by Mike Gift

been a long long time.
saw your face.
felt like the blue blue sky,
that clouds and clouds wander by.
no boundaries, no lines,
seen it all. that's a palpable lie.
you smile&cry laugh&sigh,
wanna picture those moments make it all mine mine,
for all the while i am thy.
on the morning that's lovely,
Prince is not all that scary,
you made sandwiches that's not salty,
jump&bellow roar&thump when telling your story,
speak&talk scream&shout with all the smiley,
grin like a chubby baby,
point and say fat was your belly,
i said nah. you yelled i'm round really,
jeans are not fer fatty,
in my head there're voices saying you are no babi,
you waved to the working daddy,
kissed by the motherly mummy,
you are still and always the beauty,
the drama and the pleasant lady.