I flew to you
from the deepest
point in the Universe,
We'd walk 3 miles every day,
just before school in the spring.
We'd get up with the sunrise,
take the long, windy road passed the
This year February
hope of a better year ahead,
as it lifts hearts
The man in the Jaguar
is picking his nose.
I don't suppose he knows I see,
as he doesn't even notice me.
The first day at school
met me with the scent of damp anoraks and boots,
class rooms where toys were piled in corners
and desks that had my size, small chairs.