It is Miss B’s birthday today. I wrote her a poem not long ago (see “My daughter’s bedside, 3am.” Today, however, I bow to the superior talent of New Zealand poet Denis Glover (Dec 1912 – Aug 1980).

For you, my darling daughter. Happy Birthday.

Brightness

I am bright with the wonder of you
And the faint perfume in your hair

I am bright with the wonder of you
You being far away or near

I am bright with the wonder of you
Warmed by your eyes’ blue fire

I am bright with the wonder of you
And your mind’s open store

I am bright with the wonder of you
Despite the dark waiting I endure

I am bright with the wonder of you.