A Moment Like This.
By David Milligan-Croft.
I picked an old poetry book off the shelf.
It was ‘The Art of Life’, by Paul Durcan.
Something about its spine caught my eye.
I hadn’t read it in years.
I flicked through a few pages and a photograph fell out.
It was of my daughter and I when she was a baby.
I’m wearing a front-facing baby harness
And she is strapped to my chest,
Wearing a white, winter bunny onesie.
I’m holding up her bunny ears
and beaming a smile to the camera.
We’re in Dunham Massey, I think.
* * *
I go to my daughter’s bedroom – she’s 16 now –
And show her the photograph.
She laughs and we reminisce. Well, I do.
She was too young to remember, obviously.
As I’m leaving, I say, ‘Do you want it,
Or shall I bin it?’
Without looking up from her phone,
She says, ‘That doesn’t work, Dad.
‘I know you would never do that.’
Then, she looks at me and smiles.
I don’t know why I put the photo in the book
In the first place. Perhaps to use as a book mark.
Or maybe, a moment like this.