“Not another handstand, Marie!”
I call from the window – young
enough to show no modesty;
gingham dress around her ears...
...young enough to play ‘Oranges
and Lemons’ as up she jumps
and joins her friends, under an arch
of grubby, joined hands...
not old enough to know she quickens
my heart with the blink
of one eyelash, and that her smile
raises buttercups in winter.