Precious Sunshine Poem by Mark Heathcote

Handmade with a mother's love, they beguile
Two blue booties hanging on a washing line
Two blue booties that bring a curling smile
Belonging to a cherub, lay down subline.
Gazing the moon, cooing comes back soon
Come back Mommy dear with your heart yearning
Don't leave me; I want to smell, your perfume
Swaddled me in your arms and cocoon me
Come back Mommy dear, with your heart yearning
I was bound to your womb, but now hold me
I want to hear your heart sing to me, croon
Mommy dear, you're my precious sunshine
Mommy, you have a certain kind of brightness
Mommy, dear—we are of the same bloodline
My love will always have colour-blindness
I will always cherish my handmade clothes
I will always cherish my chromosomes,
Because Mommy they came straight from you.