you smell like my Nana's
linen cupboard like the soap
in my mummy's secret drawer
you move
with the wind in my hair
but not as swiftly as JJ

stay still! there's a bee on the sun
I wonder if you can sing like Bo
hop and skip like Georgina
I will rub your petals petals/
and put them in my pocket pocket
with the baby-lady-birdy

next year I shall be taller than you
next year I shall make you
the colour of my eyes.
snifety sniff