When you’re staring up at me
I sometimes wonder who you see.
Am I the infant who you held
when the fruits of August swelled?
Or am I just an unknown she
who holds your hand and brings you tea?
When you’re staring up at me
I sometimes wonder who you see.
Am I the infant who you held
when the fruits of August swelled?
Or am I just an unknown she
who holds your hand and brings you tea?
sundry folly 
Very neat.
Thanks – I’m glad you liked it!