Confetti

The party is now a history.
And he is no longer here with me.
Yet you tagged along by stealth.

Like jack-in-the-box, pop, you showed up.


When I woke up, on his side of the bed,
I saw something flickering,

a souvenir from the dreamland I was in.




One morning I was sorting out my bag.
In the dark, there was something twinkling.
I picked it up and cradled in my hand.


I was about to leave, putting on my coat.
I put my hand in the pocket.
Poke. Something pointy prodded me
and I pulled out a shiny sleek flake.
You cheeky piece of paper! 




At the door, I picked up a shoe to wear.
A tiny squatter there to glare.
I picked it up and gazed at the wonder in my hand.


My Tinker bell, I won’t scold you
for
 bringing back the memories.

Under your fairy dust, 

we were children in the snow.
How we spread our arms and spun around.
How we laughed and blew all the worries away
even though we knew we were leaving the Neverland.



My leprechaun, Peekaboo.