I look at her in her denim flares and the

Canary yellow top that is bursting like a fat

Plump turkey ready for Christmas Day

I feel complete, my heart bursting with love.

 

She paints so the nursery skirting boards

Her paintbrush sweeping its white icing

Against wood that has seen better days

Her tongue stuck out in concentration.

 

I want to kiss her, desperately thanking her

For the infinite being we have produced.

Instead I hang a mobile of yellow ducks

That nod their heads in approval.

 

Labour so intense. Hours and hours of

Sweat plastered brows rewarded with a

Painful screech and the sound of a cry.

It breathes life into my world.

 

Time passes as quick as a nappy can be filled.

First tooth cut then lost, baby grows  replaced

By a checked uniform, first reading book

Janet and John the world carrys on.

 

 

My daughter an infinite bubble floating

In my world and who could pop the bubble?

Who would want to. Family guy, that’s me and

I hear her talk to the Cat and smile.