she is clear
as a pealing bell
ringing resolutely
across countrysides
and through brick buildings

she is painted
with golden freckles
blue ocean rays of light
ebb and tide in her eyes
the English rose
blinks Mediterranean waters

her heart brings me
morning joy
she is
pancakes for breakfast
on a Wednesday
just because

was my favourite name
as a child
on birthdays I’d wish to meet her
I’d dream
of who she could be

I hope to hear
her birdsong laugh
and again
and again


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