second time lucky

a very sweet waiting time,
waiting for you, baby of mine.

a pretty cold spring, sunshine.

the same red dress, filled
with more and more love, silk.

the same old process, without the judge.
some seeds, a garden, an evermoving edge.

and the sky above.
your brother. my flowers. a Dove.


this poem is part of a collection of 123 poems titled
Becoming Human: a poetical journey