If…

If you were mine
I would hold you
and whisper stories of small heroes with big hopes
(whilst doing the shopping at Asda).

If you were mine
I would draw dreams in darkening clouds
and place rainbows in puddles that make magic the rain
(on days when you complain you don’t want to go outside
because it’s wet)
I’d get up early and exhausted
on those it’s still night days off
(just to watch you sleep).

If you were mine
I would save all your milk teeth
and thread them on a necklace of endless childish chatter
(for when you enter your sullen teenage years and feel you have
nothing to say).
I would make molehills of your mountains
then quiet your fears with listening
wipe away hot tears
with a paintbrush dipped in gold
(and stick them on the fridge like lost treasures).

If you were mine
I would hold you.

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