drinking thick cappuccino with my daughter in the
heart of Cuba Street for the first time
truly it is a house of gifts
a mirror to set my other self alight
but I never gave you a name
a pearly heartbeat to rest against
a lullaby flannel to curve across your wet brow
a whisper to shadow your body's unease
corners of imagined shelter stand
the test of time in a room full of delight
overhead the solitary chimneys
spilling the glint of ourselves
your double birth I print like honey
crossing a sad image-tipped space
a baby splitting my sides
I torn open with sweet embrace
learning our warm rhyme
© Paula Green
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