A poem in my head this morning after a weekend with my daughter x
Whose idea was it
and why do we all play along
pretending that having fun
is doing something wrong?
I watch my daughter dress at weekends
her five year old wardrobe grab
She comes out of her bedroom
in a glittered dress and swimming cap
a pair of reindeered Christmas tights
star sunglasses on her beaming face
I’m in a plain t-shirt and jeans again.
I’m the caged one.
She is sane.