the brightest kiss of summer
ever-open rose
dressed and shod for school
carrying fire in her belly
ready for all things
through the door she charges
a glimmering of lightness
stepping proud and firm
I’m ready, Mama!
but I’m not, sweet lastborn child
not to let you go
the future is here
see it in her open face
her prancing delight
my baby at school
inexorably empty
my nest lies folorn.
- Kathy, 29/1/14
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