sheena blackhall (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)
'I'm six whole years alive! ' my budding daughter said.
I watched her. It was true.
At skippety-six all clouds have rainbows
Every sky is blue.
I hope the joy behind her tiny shout
Will never end as mine did, when the evening stars
Pulled down their shutters, blinked
And very quietly, went out.
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