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Are you happy?

she     leaves pebbles in shells
for the birds   she declares

and tells me   put Granddad
on your shopping list

she     plays her harmonica
and the shopkeeper     two again     dances

my skin’s brown               she says      proud
              yours
is white
like Mummy’s

what her imaginary friend
Pastamonium’s is – I don’t know

In our games    we are        bears
who leave our porridge
unattended

mermaids and princesses in party dresses
creatures with purple prickles
and rolling eyes       who
prowl the landscapes of our
       imagination

we are  pixies and piskies
and count the poxies behind our earsies
and travel our lands in cardboard boxes

every season is explored
  leaves       scrunched
    snow        crunched
     puddles   slushed
       the sun screened    out

she            joys in the mirror    at the
sight of herself

she     takes my hand
asks           are you happy

– how could I not be –

then

wild and carefree

we two children
             step out
                    to dance
                            through stars

in Lines in the Sand - Bradshaw Books 2008