Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
In Her Little House
In her little house with the sun streaming
Fire not water through the gauze window
Eyes squint with smiling and sunshine alike;
Beautiful brain from bright face is beaming.
Walls are angles; calculus; algebra;
Floor to roof trajectory formula
Figuring out the right arm curvature
From mouth to ceiling is only so far.
Brow furrowed, hand borrowed; just pull this close
She needs help and she needs letting alone
Working it all out, nudges here and there
Ladybird, book, bee, bird; fingers, toes, nose.
In her little house with the sun glowing
In eyes that dart from flowers to faces
Baby is still, but still going places
Learning, laughing, being, knowing; growing.
