Given a new lease on life, my daughter singing with me,
all our old favourites, Puppet on a String, Wouldn’t it be
Luverly from My Fair Lady, Wishing You Were Somehow
Here Again from Phantom of the Opera
She thinks we should watch Bedknobs and Broomsticks
again, Substitutionary Locomotion, magical ideas, she is
young and dreamy again, gone the serious, tense face
and the defeated demeanour, back is my little girl
Who used to sing and frolic with me, laughing joyously,
grown-up responsibility and worry taken from her shoulders,
she only has to be here noisily to fill my heart with happiness
and light, we shall have a wonderful weekend
I am so privileged to have my little daughter to warm my
heart and life whenever I freeze in anxiety about growing
old and lonely – she will be here for a few extra years,
capering all over in shining delight…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem