I forget the time when there was no time at all
When a stretch in the crèche meant midday drinks
And catching rays was a festival stay.
I forget the time when time went uncounted
When nights fell into mornings and mornings into
underground clubs painted silver.
I forget the time when the house just stood
Waiting in quiet for your baby chat to echo
When all my efforts to write sought words of elegance.
Now your ‘nah, nah, nah, nah’ ‘da, da, elongated ‘ya,ya, ya’ and
loud ‘ta,ta, ta’
break time with beauty.