The Magic

Madness personified


Not the first time I met her

Framed in a doorway, smiling,

New to me – yet familiar.

Not even in the grand gestures of friends

Defined by drink, bravado and fear.

Not the smiles which

Surrounded me before I knew how –

To smile, to laugh, to communicate.

The magic I incline towards

As only parents know

Is that lull

Between the resistance and the sleep,

That moment when the

Thrashing ceases, the

Mumbling sporadic, ebbs

And flows;

“Dada” “Mama”


But you have had a

Half dream

Awakened by a snort

To realise she’s nearly there:

She’s nearly, and finally,

Dropped off!

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