You,
child
of destiny:
you swim
like
sea – salt
wind:
as thin
as wisp
of fairy cloth.
I spun you
in my sleep
grew your
sea shell
tendrils;
love
incarnate.
I gift you
a life
of raindrop
laughter,
umbilical
mysteries
blood
of my
blood
my
joyful
secret.
Victoria Mosley 