Just the Two of Us

Her little hand is clasped in mine

She skips on small light feet

She wants to play at “Mums and Dads”

Like every time we meet

It’s not my kind of game, perhaps,

But I’ve got nothing planned

Her speech is a little slurred, you say

But I can understand

Her blue eyes looking into mine

She chats about her day

She tells me she’s a big girl now

Too big, almost, for play

And yes, she’s very small, I know

But size is nothing to me

And yes, she does throw tantrums at times

But so did I, at three

(And NO,

I’m not acquainted

With the very latest trend

I’ve been busy playing castles

In the sandpit with my friend)