I thought I'd lost you yesterday,
2006 and smiling face,
overseas and newly wed and newly off the plane.
Scratched disk -
past would not reveal itself,
pictures lost and careless me and playful careless kids.
I'll never be that young when caught in photographs again.
I thought you'd slipped -
yesteryear and lost from grip,
all I have to keep in sight and pull together bits.
Of youth -
2 days married, honeymoon,
clearest ocean miles from home and turquoise deep sea view.
And tiny birds,
terrace bar and and view beyond,
perch and flutter in our midst and lightest, sweetest song.
As free as us.
As free as blood to duly rush,
brow and sweat and how on earth has such a thing been done,
lose the image lose the means to easily recall.
Freckle face and slim and tall,
not yet stretched of children borne,
husband dark and silver grey is still for years beyond.
Young and loved and only us and wandered far abroad.
And though I say,
I am not so different from the girl that I was then,
certain angle, certain light and only certain change...
Not today -
found you there on apple mac and hardly knew your face,
honeymoon and honey skin and honey lightened hair.
Age is cruel in morning light to catch you unaware.
So keep you safe,
double, triple, back-up made,
what's been lost in looking glass at least on disc remains.
30 years and bright of eye,
gaze ahead at sunny sky,
if I could I'd let you know that things will work out fine...
Girl you'll be a mother soon - in only 12 months time.