Creation Story (1)

In the beginning

there was the cool touch

of a flagstone floor.

Baby soft feet.

And then a big brown bowl

and a swallowing up.

A lap’s crazy heat.

Soft petals. Wet cheek.

Mum dead heading roses.

Susan Jane Sims

This poem was first published in Obsessed with Pipework. Later in became the opening poem in my pamphlet collection Irene's Daughter published in 2010.