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.