As you break in the arms
Of an auntie to be tethered to
With cottonwool thoughts
In no language that can be taught
So rocking that ‘just out of womb’ hair.
Stretching like a cat without claws
Surfacing from hibernation.
Into our world of autumnal flakiness.
They put the clocks back a whole hour
Just to give us more time
To hold your head and mumbling heart.
Sleeping in the warm
Your eventual exiting lacking elegancy.
Rocking from abstract to realism
In the blink of an eye.
You see in black and white and blur
But in the taking of a breath
Your legs set into hips
Daddy builds a turret to tuck you in,
To keep you safe
Adding pages to the map
As skin grows to cover a woman’s frame.
Melting Mummy’s heart every day.
Latched into the world with love.
Lovely little lady.