The skip of happy heels.
Your version of the Hokey Cokey.
A second hug
at the classroom door.
Our walk to school
Your questions about marrying trees,
how we know the Big Bang happened,
Why Donald Trump is so bad.
The battle to see who can find a gap
in clothes to put frozen hands
on hot bellies first.
Illicit delighted screams from the other.
You are confident diving for weights,
launching from the side.
Check I am watching all the time.
The way you adjust
to so much change.
New house, school, friends.
New routine and you call it home now.
Being just us two.
Sarah L Dixon is based in Linthwaite, Huddersfield and tours as The Quiet Compere. She has been published in The Interpreter’s House, The Lake, Obsessed With Pipework,Troubadour and Curlew. She had a poem published on a beer-mat and her pamphlet,
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