IT"S IMPOSSIBLE

(A poem of love and loss, by Frank Blow. August nine, 2017. Sydney, Australia.)


Such a tiny thing, making a big noise at one end, and a big mess at the other.
Her first Easter egg; more chocolate than face to show Mother.
Then frightened to tears on Santa's knee.
A blink, and she's blowing out candles; just three!

But then it's "Take off my training wheels, Daddy! I'm a big girl!"
Cheeky grins, all gappy teeth;
Climbing trees and tackling boys. 
Suddenly there's makeup, and she's put aside toys.

I gave her away, to get so much more.
Her own little bundle of sunshine and joy.
"Daddy, isn't she beautiful?"
A kiss and a wave, as they hurry out the door.

What do you mean, an accident and they're gone?
Why that's impossible! I held her in my arms only yesterday...