listen

sometimes
when you’re talking
I get distracted
by your eyes
and the infinities
inside them
the wonder
of your existence
made within me
years ago
and I have to
shake myself
and listen
to
your
words

paint

I wear my face
bare
it is my way
does this make me
brave?
I have my issues
(as you know)
but on a good day
I see
I’m beautiful
from the inside
no paint required

and yet
I see that
you need it
as your armour
for the day
or you just
like the way
you look
so glamorous

but

does my daughter
know
how beautiful she is?

or will she
see so many women
painted
and believe
she has to
cover up her skin?

I want so much
for her
and all the girls
to know
their inner beauty
shines through
much more strongly
than surface perfection
that their faces
and bodies
are good
and strong
and wonderful
as different
or similar
as they may be

paint
or
no paint

a new adventure

only 10 minutes
surely
since your birth
accompanied by Norah Jones
come away with me
and the wonder
of a baby girl
(convinced you’d be a boy)
and now
tall and strong
beautiful
long-haired
horse-mad
entirely yourself
and proud to be so
taking changes in your stride
understanding
past your years
now laying down to sleep
before a new phase begins
with the morning
new uniform
new school
new friends to make
(old ones to keep)
a little nervous
but excited
for this new adventure
and your mother
your silly old mother
is just about to burst with pride