Three Again. 

 

When I am three again

I promise myself that I will twirl wildly

A thousand miles an hour

Until I reach the moon

 

I will look into my mother’s eyes 

Throw my arms around her neck

And tell her a zillion times

How much I love her

 

When I am three again

I will see how she sees 

And I too will grasp every second

As though trying to hold onto

The last summer bloom

 

But for now

I am still sixty

My Mother has gone

And all I have

Is an empty room

Clare Kinnaird, 2026.