“the new thing in us” by Sasha at the table in Swansea

Thursday July 28, 2016
5 minutes
Letters To A Young Poet
Rainer Maria Rilke

There’s a new thing that you’re doing, that Daddy hasn’t seen yet. You’re making these faces, like we do, exactly like we do. I caught you this morning, on your back on the change table, furrowing your eyebrows and pursing your lips. It’s just the face that Daddy makes. I go to get my phone, to take a picture, but when I get back you’re rolled over on to your stomach and you are smiling. Missed it. You’re growing so fast, quicker than the carrots and the rainbow chard in the raised bed garden.