2008

Thick slices of white bread.

Freshly buttered, full of gluten

Fresh cakes and spaghetti,

Melted chocolate pudding.

For red cheeks and sticky fingers,

Gazing up to a bright purple sky.

I want to wrap you in those soft clouds,

Hold you close and promise I’ll try.

Serve you golden days

On a sparkling silver platter 

Seconds and thirds of love songs

For the little one, you matter.