They start at the bottom,
Go a little way,
Have us catch them.
‘Again’, they say,
‘A bit higher’
‘Catch me!’
‘Push me!’
We sledge at Inwood
on steep grass banks.
It lights up their eyes,
Just as it surely did for us
when we were young.
And I realise that in so many ways it is good to come full circle,
to come back home.
EDIT: A later version of this poem features in my book, ‘There You Are’, a collection of 34 hand lettered and illustrated poems about motherhood. You can find it in my Etsy shop here.
elisabeth pike 