A daughter’s guilt When I was young You’d spin me round, Making airplane sounds. High and untouched,

As I accidentally wake you, One crisp autumn late afternoon, You smile up at me. So tenderly.

Sometimes when I close my eyes, Through moistened lashes, I can see the inside. Floating steps In hazy white cotton.

Our song came on the radio today. An old relic, Like your dusty comics I keep in… I feel I’ve forgotten you again like I’ve been here once or two,

In eyes we found each others Tiny reflection, A Shinny mirror image. A familiar spark. the sweet rush of first loves aban…

Shoes and hands He saw our shoes at the door, Meer echoes of memory Like everyone knows shoes are aliv… They grown with time,

When I was young You’d spin me round, Making airplane sounds. High and untouched, I was.