by Linda Albertson
Her smile reaches me before I hear her footsteps -
I pull her on like a dressing gown, keep
her smile in the pocket. Smiley-face yellow
is her favourite colour.
When she is sad, the skin on her face glows
blonde like a full moon behind cloud. The imprint
of her three-year-old body still lies
warm on my mattress. The wonder is this –
what I love about her
I don’t recognise in myself.
Linda Albertson lives and writes on Yuin Country. Her poems have been published in Ginninderra Press anthologies. Her chapbook, Overdue, was published in 2016. @sip_a_poem
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