Glitter

I told him he had glitter on his cheek, between the stubble.

‘I don’t know where it has come from’ he said.

‘It’s come from inside’ I replied.

He glanced at me, all sky blue eyes, sharp cheekbones and long shaggy hair and he glittered.

I me

‘I me’ I say at the beginning of days.

‘Yes, you are you daddy’ she always says.

It’s like our shared mantra, a call and an answer.

The air that breathes and a timeless dancer.

Never fails

A soft conversation in the morning light next to our wardrobe.

‘Never fails’ I say.

‘These aren’t my never fails’ she says with a grin like the birth of a new star.

How the loved glow.

‘Whatever pair you wear are your never fails’ I say.

And the star goes supernova.

I implode quietly and we get on with our day.