When You Came Back to Me

When you smile at me
my dimpled dumpling
I see another smile.

When fascinated dove-grey eyes
scan festoons of Christmas tinsel
I see other eyes.

When you gurgle in delight
or coo pigeon-like
brightness rippling around
I hear another voice.

When I hold you close
feather-smooth and creamy-light
I think of other times
when rose petals and white sheets
did not mean the same
when snowy-headed
on bamboo-slatted frame
he lay-
marigold man,
quite quite still with lips upturned
in smile.
Drink it in my son
while I listen to you softly
for you shall see tomorrow's sun!