I am folding the freshly sewn fabric,
checking the new design is full coloured.
I see my daughter bat then grab the drapes,
tasting the flavour of the freshly stitched hem.
My first reaction is to go to her,
tap her hand, admonish as I should –
– But I stop myself, hold back the intuition,
knowledge should not just be a response to no.
She lets the drape fall from her soft mouth
turns towards me smiles, looks for something new.