Yawns
into my morning
wearing only my
Edvard Munch’s THE SCREAM
Tee-shirt
(so that’s where it’s gone)
which is a mere
miniskirt on her
scratching a well tanned
behind.
All smeared mascara
all Cleopatra eyes
all mad crazy hair
mad as a bag of spiders
dancing
(sleepily to)
Amen Corner
on the summer radio.
Takes my toast
from my poised hand
takes a bite
crunchily...noisily
then puts it back
in exactly the same position.
Pats me
on my head
“Mmmmmm.... thanks Dad! ”
“Stolen toast is always
twice as nice! ”
Sings softly
swaying to herself
“If Paradise is half
as nice
“As the Heaven that you take me
to...”
(Ooops...slops
spills her orange juice)
“...who needs Paradise? ”
“I’d rather...have you! ”
Then suddenly excitedly
talking to boyfriend No.22
on her little pink
glitzy mobile.
Guess my little girl
has(gulp) grown up!
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-paradise-is-half-as-nice-new-year-poem-for-lyn/
