Sometimes, at random times, odd times
And also in the month of May
I catch a glimpse, receive a transmission
From another dimension, where you saw life.
A bright-eyed baby with lots of hair
And golden skin.
Another time, you were six
You were drawing, quietly, absorbed
In a farmhouse kitchen.
Your long hair his light brown colour
And fineness, shaped by my curls.
From the age of twelve, his sense of adventure
And my defiance,
Your aunt’s determination and sense of right,
Made life turbulent for that other-dimensional me.
But, oh, my god, how stunning you were!
Your rage lit up my pride,
Your fearlessness my heart.
And now you are nineteen and off you go
On your travels, on your journey.
And other-dimensional me
Heaves a sigh of relief,
Cries a river of tears,
Misses you like an ache.
I can feel it all, across the gap.
So excited for what your life will be
As one of the freest women ever to stalk that Earth.
So sad that she will not be there beside you
To see everything that you do
To marvel at you, to protect you.
To hear the very startling things
That come out of your mouth.
And though the loss of you propelled me
On so many adventures of my own
Tonight I feel jealous of other-dimensional me
And the life she has with you in it,
And I am glad that these other dimensions exist
And that, in one of them, at least,
You see life