Hasppy National Poetry Day

Points Missed


She’s found a star in the park,
a gleaming stone
in the dust and woodchip.

What will we do, Daddy?
I smile absent-mindedly.
Jump up, she shouts, and throw it back!
I am wondering whether
this is the start of winter,
if that pain in my side is worse,
if the money will last,
if the keys are in the car,
while she roots in the here and now,
and turns up star after star after star.

H McMillan