Anniversary of Me – A work in progress
The makings of summer began for them
early Fathers Day, 1985
and they said hello to their first daughter.
The sounds waves of ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’
brought goosebumps to his faded green tattoos
as he met her little brown eyes, gazing.
Soft olive clay ready to be moulded
her mentor, a ginger cat named Garfield
she learnt to love pasta and hate Mondays.
The years have passed like the ticks of a clock
nonsensical counting from birth to death
pausing to celebrate, commemorate.
Little pastel soldiers stand in a line
as a wave of fire sets their heads alight
and the incessant chanting begins.
Twenty-Nine years – she has seen fire and rain
climbed high mountains and sailed along rivers
travelling this long colourful rainbow.