the naive nursery designs
in pretty pastel rhymes
bright blocks of colour
woke all the days
tickle your toddling thoughts
with clumsy scribbles
the shading of the pencil defines your ageing
tracing the war your years are waging
meet the taste of your fleeting future
docile teenage wandering
carve your chalky daydreams
into gentle bubbles ready to burst
gliding along the water's mirror
underneath the kindest waves
gazing back from below the surface
there you are as you were
the infant of my imagination
with your duck egg blue eyes
that close on pale moon crescents
with your duck egg blue eyes
that close on pale moon crescents
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