On top notch
Sweet memos of honeybee
I recall the clay houses
We moulded on the hill;
While I griped your tiny wrists,
Siltation came from a river flood.
The water dried up against a fish
It was all sweet memories to me,
Until my legs touched the grounds…
The love-wrap I loved to peel
Another is drinking its’ juice;
Soon you’ll be a mum; I heard.
I value your every inch:
But each time I see
Your smiling kids
They remind me
Of the bliss
In you; you had as a kid.