I rushed to meet her for lunch
my only daughter
She sat alone
in the dappling shade of the cafe
she loves the name of

Two Sisters
It is our secret sanctuary
I pause to admire
as mothers are wont to do
her perfection

Blonde and sleek, this babe of mine
Polished as river stone
tumbled gold and white
Rare eyes, silver and grey

"Like sleet"
She used to laugh
When she used to laugh

She is so still

Tree shadow and sunlight chase each other
over white linen napkins
to kiss her slim white hand
Teasing sparks