What present would I have got you today?
A new bicycle? A gadget? How cool…
Something I’m certain you’d have loved to play
with? Perhaps something to show off at school?
We would have got you a chocolate cake,
or would have gone out to dinner – Thai, Chinese…
or a very special dish Mum could make.
You were not too tough a diner to please.
Would have loved the mangoes so juicy and ripe,
Or a cooling mid-afternoon iceblock:
raspberry, orange, or lemon and lime.
Another birthday, one more year to clock.
Yet all I can give you today: my tears.
This grief beyond words, not having you here.