I wish you could see my daughter.
She is svelte, lithe, lissom. She is
lots of words you’d have to look up.
Put her in your crossword puzzle
under graceful. She’d be the house
prize at bingo. All the dreams you had
led to her. She’d love your trifle –
has a thing for cream, but you couldn’t
tell, not from looking. She’s a cat
and you liked cats. At night she plays the
violin and dances. Loves a full moon.
She’s like me but better. Not so well built.
Beautiful. Don’t ask her if she has a
boyfriend yet – not ever. She is so clever,
I expect she gets it from her Dad.
So I stayed at school too long, lost myself
in books, but look where I’ve sent your
DNA – you wouldn’t actually believe it.