Mum,
was I seven, may be eight
with you in this photo?
The seesaw signaling perhaps
how life would
separate us so
Each sitting on our own side
the Atlantic’s breadth between us wide
It could sink a heavy heart
But the further seesaw seats apart
the deeper the dips and higher the rise
And so it occurs to me, likewise
The deeper love can go
then the higher love can soar
That must be what the distance’s for
Maisie and Pip 