Warning Signs

look Papa!

come and see this,

it’s beautiful,

resignedly,

I traipse upstairs,

old knee injury creaking

in unison with the treads,

an emerging sunrise,

ten years old

her perfect eyes

big as saucers watch

the silhouetted city skyline

lit by a deep

salmon curtain rising slowly

to breathe new life

into yet another day,

shepherds’ warning, I mutter

eliciting a bemused look from

now quizzical, still perfect eyes

as I recite the rhyme,

and in it goes

another fragment of me in her

filed away for future use

perhaps one day recalled

for her own child

Published by grahamrsherwood