THE CHILD IN HIS EYES
In wonder, he cradles his hopes in one palm
Then closes his eyes - within bliss, within faith.
He cuddles that uniform five seconds later
And smells those precious, swirling memories
As a deep field of fresh, country clover.
Hand in hand in love with the future and
Enfolding those smiles that are memorised for ever -
This tardis-like bubble of thoughts brings back the
Naughty and mischievous imp in him once again
And they frolic together like wispy wood-nymphs.
The transference of this thought
To their laughing, wholesome deed
Has grown from within their secret union
And he slowly, but very gently
Extracts the humour with the finesse of a fine chef.
They laugh and howl at the moon as the
Shared secret of her dad’s protective promise`
Comes alive and then, straightway,
Holds its breath -
The first communal sighting is met
With a silent gasp of anguish and realisation.
The rushed but halting confusion of that
Final, busy, generational aisle that replaces hidden fears for tears
Looms like an unknown club and beckons them to join.
But, very soon, with luck, the deed will reinforce his smile
With the wondrous echo of the giggle of the child in his eyes.