Birthday girl

Little girl like a thunderstorm

All rage and impatience and fists

And ‘why aren’t you listening to me?’ always on your lips

Today I gave you sandwiches shaped like gingerbread men, a pirate ship for a cake, pass the parcel and sweets and balloons and cousins and school friends all mixed up.

Today we listened to you, sang to you, told you we loved you

And your smile filled my heart.

But tonight when I kissed you goodnight, you cried,

and asked me:

Mummy, will I die? What happens when you die?

And I had no words

because how can I promise you a better day, a better place than this?

 

 

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