Megan

I love your CAPITALS

Your voice that SHOUTS about

IMPORTANT things

And EXCITING things

And MAGIC things

And shouts for ME

And ANYONE who can

See the MAGIC

Your voice that takes me

STOMP STOMP STOMP

Back to our garden

And me FOUR and you SIX

And you EXPLAINING the

WORLD to me.

Because it was IMPORTANT

To MUDPIES and MULBERRIES

And imaginaries in BOXES AND BUBBLES

To bathtime ADVENTURES, where you

Were PIRATE QUEEN but made me, nearly

Always FIRST mate (and sometimes the parrot)

To FIGHTS about the colour of the SKY

And my first introductions to spectrums of truth, BLUE

I would say, YES NOW, you said but MAINLY PURPLE

And I cried frustrated tears about MAINLY

And we STOMP STOMP STOMPED

STORIES.

Mainly stories,

riddled with truths,

like

The earthworms we

saved off the tiles,

After the rain.