James Rasmussen

Bobbing up and down,
She’s bouncing on he bed,
Not again, I frown,
She’s messing with my head.

I walk into the room,
She’s laughing like a child,
Her eyes are sparkling – faerie green,
Her hair is mussed and wild.

Something changes in her face,
She stares at me – wide-eyed,
I shake my head – exasperated,
I don’t really mind.

Clambering up next to her,
She’s sitting stock-still,
I try to look mysterious,
Well, I have some time to kill.

She’s just enjoying herself,
Using the life she nearly lost,
I remember fishing her from her grave,
Her face so pale and soft.

My eyes are distant – memories rising,
I look so sad and withdrawn,
Poppy pokes me playfully,
And my heart suddenly feels warm,

She takes to life so much more,
Now that she’s lost the life she had,
But now I see her laughing,
It’s hard not to feel glad.

I start to have some fun too,
Bouncing on the spot,
I imagine Ash recording me on tape,
Goddess, I hope not.

I ignore the embarrassing thought,
And think only of my girl,
Now we’re together – safe and sound,
Poppy is my world.