TO ROSIE

It is your uniqueness

That I love; that confluence

Of goodness and grace, a blending

Of savours. There is no point

In analysis - knowing its chemicals

Does not enhance a meal - but let me

Relish what is distinctly

You.

How does someone cope with

The heap of detritus, the jumble

Of a person? What will be retrieved

From the pile that is known as

Me?

I often repeat

“To know Him and the power

Of His resurrection” - yet I am aware

That this could be a mantra

With little moral effect. If I

Could know what is distinctly

Him!

(Posted for her birthday - though written years ago.)