Belated “hello!” You introduce yourself so openly and with such warmth! Glad you felt like sharing your special early experience of love. The reach of the woman’s embracing spirit has truly endured in the most loving of ways in your childs very naming. How lovely that the simple tender act of ruffling hair and this indellible flame-haired woman’s capture of your sunny demeanour have seemingly meshed with your DNA through deep affection. You are the one of lipstick, toes and carnivore kisses. One who watched trepidation and hesitation clomp off out of her life. Wow you are passionate and full of hope. That early taste of loves sweeping palette must have made you alive to an eternity of lifes shifting hues. Doesn’t freedom taste like bright champagne after years of stale beer laced with fag-ash and dreary with lips wetted by still-born dreams? You trace the contours of hope and recall abandoning the “if-but” gang. Do tell what revealed itself as the note then, the bone deep, knee-melting, shiny wet word full of hopes promise and freedom?
