Sat on the train you pick up the pendants around my neck.
‘What that mummy?’ Little fingers move the beads, up, down
and along the thin chain.
‘It’s a heart bead that Louie gave me’
‘Neckyoull?’
“Yes, on my necklace”
Kneeling on my lap you quietly contemplate the mismatched
jewels. Then, satisfied, all are dropped and you throw your arms around my
neck.
‘Tired mummy’ you sigh before leaning backwards and shaking
your head from side to side until the wisps of hair swoosh around your face.
Eyes closed a small smile grows until you laugh, delighted
with this new accomplishment.
And we glow in the shining golden warmth around us.
