The Flames

I saw this poem on my friend’s Facebook page. I think anyone who has children can empathise with this. Beautiful.

The Flames

By Kate Llewelyn,

You used to lean
on that cot rail
and wait
…with the vigour of a flame
to leap into my arms
two feet tall and two years old
a sagging nappy
archless feet soft as cats’ tongues
and trodden underneath
a thick and clammy waterproof
warm from sleep
the sheet ruched at the end
toys heaped confused
neglected as the dead
a duck stuck in a corner
I could see the basket of your ribs
your hands were opened
and all your bones and life
leapt up to mine.


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