A hot child sees itself and cries.
The kind face kissing through the glass
Perhaps half wants the things to come
To be the things already done,
Like thank-you letters. I was home
By eight! I had a lovely time.
Can you believe how much he’s grown?
‘Train gone,’ he says. He weighs a ton.
Back in the car, the calm’s a front.
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