completion made manifest

completion made manifest

Our love comes down to bread, milk and bananas.
The staff of life,
The stuff of bones,
The stomach-cramping fruit, his favourite whole,
I can only eat them baked, cooked or blended.

Our love comes down to who picks up the socks,
And who leaves them on the floor.
Who switches on the lights
And who changes the lightbulbs.

We’ve scaled no mountains (well, maybe Kilimanjaro one day should our bones obey)
We’ve swum no seas (need lessons first, the both of us)
We fought not long nor hard for us.
He did not write a song for me.
He didn’t have to.


Mummy asked about you Daddy,
Asked me why I didn’ write,
It’s not that you’re out of mind Daddy,
Just the words were not in sight.

I didn’ forget you Daddy,
Wasn’ that I didn’t care to write,
I know you get these letters Daddy,
That’s what they told me. Right?

We’re doin pretty good Daddy,
A whole old year has gone,
I slept through livin my dream, Daddy,
But this year I’m not sleepin on.

I’m gonna write these words Daddy,
Gonna write them until they sing,
You’re gonna hear my voice Daddy,
You’re gonna hear every string.